GRANT FRASER (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)
Satori with Alice
Words why is it,
I want to tear
your meaning off!
move up against you?
Get my mouth into there,
As Good's skin is fully
drawn to slip on,
But once again it's all but feint,
before it gradually disappears...
Or what I think I know,
and lost in the mediocrity,
I go -
And treasure is a chest
always about to become
Of the true thing
we're hell bent on digging for -
But your not as pearly white
And always looking at us
with some obscene guarantee,
to shake that whole instruction out,
Satori with Alice...
Satori a fallacy?
A dance through the circle mind
Where everyone dreams, it seems,
in that dorsal moment, then back under -
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