During the day tether down
your poor lonely lost soul
to the sandy shore
At night: The light. The Light!
Leave as the sun sets
Make like a bird and fly
in the direction of any wind,
talk to everyone,
feel every thing,
no matter how scary
because you fear not!
No matter how much
you scare those fiends
in the night, no matter
how creepy you are found,
follow each sound high or hollow
with your freaky Gnostic prescience
Be beyond all that fucking science!
They just don't know.
They just. Don't know.
They. Just. Don't. Know.
You know.
You. Know.
You.
~ Clancy's, Scottsdale, Arizona, July 17. 2017. 9:30 p.m., as the night's monsoon storm was moving in
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