Did infinity ever give you head in Kansas?
Could I go to bed with Christ when Atlantis sinks?
What is the ecstasy of failure?
Is this the path the Buddha’s tread upon?
Could the turning Earth be a flatness of mind?
How does its spin, seem so alive to me, yet so indifferent?
How can she house Bakersfield and Haleakala?
Why is the sunset so fucking groovy?
Can Kansas affect me on earth?
Where are all the appendages of time?
Is the knowing of wind the silence of God's mother?
Who am I, dummy?
Can I append to the retractable knowledge of fame?
Does the inward jejunosity of time retard my knowing?
My fleeing, to other worlds, are they of gouache nature?
Furloughed for me from the dreaming perhaps, my love?
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