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the Voice of Sadie
iererah

I leaned with my back against the ages
 1
to feel the cold breeze blow through my brain
 2
to the fact that we no longer live in a world created
 3
 
 
And come what may, in that rage
 4
to behold the wisdom of the sage
 5
Listen to the wisdom of the sage
 6
Homage to tolerance of ambiguity
 7
 
 
I leaned with my back against the ages
 8
Who mustn't have seen us?
 9
With mouths cold metallic, that Grips you
 10
Does anyone know what time it is!
 11
Storage of the mechanisms of reality
 12
We shall pay homage
 13
 
 
I leaned with my back against the ages
 14
Instead of the drink you could have brew
 15
The trees of life are dripping with dew.
 16
 
 
Was not the music of the clocks
 17
a hamster sitting in its cage?
 18
Was it rich tide pools on bearded rocks?
 19
 
 
Reality is a staircase leading nowhere.
 20
It was the voice of Sadie that
 21
Drugged me forever--my watery world wears
 22
 
 
The buildings not going as we planned
 23
Funny Clown whips a bunch a balloons,
 24
Why? I never knew
 25
 
 
they blow a bubble; large, amoebic, ever-
 26
Changing colors of the rainbow.
 27
Things are not always as they appear
 28
And leave a slice of pizza for me
 29
Said Sadie
 30
 
 
I will poke you with my feeler
 31
Things are not always as they appear
 32
In the hills and in the hollers
 33
It was the voice of Sadie
 34
 
 
Oh, that this too sullied flesh
 35
Things are not always as they appear
 36
I integrated the flux, and thus refined the mesh
 37
 
 
It was the voice of Sadie
 38
Who can ever tell
 39
What's under these sheets.
 40
 
 
I see the light of a thousand worlds explode
 41
In your eyes
 42
So bird is a why
 43
So clouds are a yes
 44
 
 
A man of most omni-sophistic stature
 45
Things are not always as they appear
 46
my unyielding path is yet crossed
 47
by the lowly sage
 48
 
 
it was the voice of Sadie
 49
lifting Ye head from between her thighs
 50
things are not always as they appear
 51
but still it is the red-head waving florescent moons
 52
Let us all return to the Age of Aquarius
 53
Sadly, our blissful orgy is over too soon
 54
 
 
I leaned with my back against the ages
 55
And down blows the wind of Woe from behind.
 56
The mammoth beast with turquoise tusk rages
 57
I press the sacred sage pipe on my precious lips
 58
I leaned with my back against the ages
 59
Can my heart, my body, my soul contain my rage?
 60
Yes, I yelled, and then embraced her.
 61

4 Feb 05


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