June ? '66, S.F.
a collage
Consulting I Ching Smoking Pot Listening to the Fugs Sing Blake
That which pushes upward
does not come back
He led me in his garden
tinkle of 20 year phonograph
Death is acomin in
and mocks my loss of liberty
One must see the Great Man
Fear not it brings blessing
No Harm
from the invisible world
Perseverance
Realms beyond
Stoned
in the deserted city
which lies below consciousness
Handwritten
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