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Preparing for the project

Oh, Captain Walt in your

secret blue jean reality

what can one do now?

No one sees illusions

that flitted thru wings

of eternity’s shadow

I hid under the pier

ashamed of my wanton lust

only to be reprieved

by sullen soldiers of fortune

hunting solitudes and llamas

still foundered on incense

herbal tea for a dozen

in forgotten yesteryears