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Blue is the journey I long to go

White is the gate I open to show the sun my face.

Brown is the road that leads to space

where the sky falls down like the highest hill.


Dark is the river where green trees sail,

where nothing learns to stand quite still

on the visionary road across the hill.


Lofty is the spirit that waves on high

Like a flag of wind that is flown awry

It is visible now to my naked eye

to my naked eye and my naked mind

the flag blows out and wind blows in

they are one and the same like flesh and skin.


My wood and my bone are burnt in the sun

I wave like smoke, crackle like gun

March to meet the starry ground

Where the camps are lit and the spirits sound

Their bugles for burning bone and tongue.