Every Fool Loves Sunsets

…a solitary dome peers into a foggy morning.

we drive silently, alone

obsolete within ourselves,

straight into the Blinding Light

don’t get concepts like “simple”

don’t repeat rumors like “nothing”

“where you goin, Friend?”

“jus passin thru, see if i forgot anything”

“but where you headed?”

“anywhere”

“then sit back and hop on for the ride”

now the car shifts and heads North.

no mountains in sight, only peanut butter crunchy hills.

cant deal w/ too many changes too quickly,

concentration becomes imperative

while navigating across the far away ropes

the 1000-ft ones w/ a red barrel attached:

"1000 feet for intermediates.

Heroes.

Cross pagans.

Magicians.

Map plotters and false pilots.

The Shore sweepers.

The Wind makers.

Light-soft-reflect…"

“take yer time…take in patience”.

Symbol.

Teacher.

Junkman!

Let's light up those flashlights!

Flowertops for all, fresh ingredients!

Everybody digs the recipe!

Everybody dips from the One Pot, the Exceptional!

“and don’t forget, most haven’t gotten around to makin generalities…”

“do all things do pertain?”

“can any drip be insignificant?"

“all drips are significant!”

the ride one way or another always resumes…

Driving straight ahead.

Every fool loves sunsets.

Head straight ahead in Time,

for no one may follow or lead us,

yet we are never alone.

Out West

1/20/73