This poem has been read by
The Form is an Angel
by Jim Morrison
The form is an angel of soul
from horse, to man, to boy
& back again
Music sex & idea are the
currents of connection
friendship transition
conductor of soul from the
fat brain of stealth
to sunset
Work out
Welcome to the night
Welcome to the deep good
dark American Night
a man gets time to die
his amber waste
sloven footsteps of swine
in the camps, w/ dark black lumber
crooked stars have destiny's number
Lord help us
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