Electric threads connected Her fingertips to me,
everything was new and of golden
and of sunflowers and of flashlights
and of Dust.
Lovely, lovely, lovely, lovely!
Is that word enough?
Lovely Kafka, lovely Kerouac,
lovely Long Pine, Nebraska,
Lovely firelight!
Lovely Eskimos!
Lovely brothers from another planet!
Hand in hand
in hand in hand,
we crash together always
in the beginning
and in the end.
Electric threads connected Her fingertips to me,
everything was
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