Rueful of the Western Dream

...I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft

We have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping

This is the land where the Pharaoh died

The Negroes in the forest brightly feathered

They are saying "Forget the night.

Live with us in forests of azure.

Out here on the perimeter there are no stars.

Out here we is stoned - immaculate."

I'll tell you this

No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn...

 - Jim