all your yeahs
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plugging away to Neverland far away andhere at the same time
crystals slowly forminginvisiblythe creationto be put offshore into the Orange Ocean
treading water and slowly submergingdown where air bubbles get so bigsonar pings
dark journey under waternearing its endsee the lightness abovesurface breaks
Neverland risingI walk ashore to find my friendsso this rendezvous could occur
having a picnicin the shadefire crackingroasting chestnuts
playing with cigarette lightersempty bottlesbooks by the Ancient Dadas
what remains is to be seenmeanwhile,feeling the pulse slowing downlying under stars and stripes
dreamland comes all blue huessoft and stillutter calmness and serenity
in the dream I can hear distant temple bellsin the dream I can levitateI hear the Tibetan horn: ‘It is a long, deep, whirring, haunting wail that takes you out somewhere beyond the highest Himalaya peaks and at the same time back into your mother's womb.’I see a white dog playing hide and seek with someone I cannot see
as for now that is all I can recallit is the sign-offanother day wakes up from dreams