gone
this maze of being
skin
oh to cry
not any cry
so mournful that
the dove just laughs
the steadfast gasps
oh to owe
not anyone
nothing
to be
not here
but here
forsaking
equatorial bliss
who walked through
the callow mist
dressed in scraps
who walked
the curve of the world
whose bone scraped
whose flesh unfurled
who grieves not
anyone gone
to greet lame
the inspired sky
amazed to stumble
where gods get lost
beneath
the southern cross
Patti Smith I "Beneath The Southern Cross" I Gone Again
- Dayna
- Said when she was just five years old you know there's nothing happening at all. Every time she puts on the radio there was nothing goin' down at all. Then one fine mornin' she puts on a New York station, she couldn't believe what she heard at all. She started dancin' to that fine fine music you know her life was saved by Rock 'n' Roll.
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