my brightest star’s my inner light, let it guide me:
experience and innocence bleed inside me.
hallucinogens can open me or untie me,
i drift in inner space, free of time,
i find a higher state of grace, in my mind.

i believe in live and let live,
i believe you get what you give.

i’ve glimpsed, i have tasted, fantastical places,
my soul’s an oasis,

higher than the sun.

tears of rage run down your face, but still you say “it’s fun” - when you’re young.

let’s play that.

—

behold! this angel told me, squeezing my hand,
with a smile between its teeth:
go on, untune the choir of the contented men.
- let’s play that, until we decease.

(excuse my lousy english)

(jards/torquato, my anthropophagical crap with your beautiful work was a sad gag reflex)

this is the only thing that i am sure of,
and that’s all that live is gonna die.
and there’ll always be some people here to wonder why,
and for every happy hello, there will be good-bye:
there’ll be time for you to put yourself on.

everything i’ve seen needs rearranging,
and for anyone who thinks it’s strange:
then you should be the first to want to make this change.
and for everyone who thinks that life is just a game:
do you like the part you’re playing?

—

arthur lee.

1967.