Michael McClure - Peyote Poem (Excerpt) lyrics

Clear — the senses bright — sitting in the black chair — Rocker — the white walls reflecting the color of clouds moving over the sun. Intimacies! The rooms not important — but like divisions of all space of all hideousness and beauty. I hear the music of myself and write it down for no one to read. I pa** fantasies as they sing to me with Circe-Voices. I visit among the peoples of myself and know all I need to know. I KNOW EVERYTHING! I PASS INTO THE ROOM there is a golden bed radiating all light the air is full of silver hangings and sheathes I smile to myself. I know all that there is to know. I see all there is to feel. I am friendly with the ache in my belly. The answer to love is my voice. There is no Time! No answers. The answer to feeling is my feeling. The answer to joy is joy without feeling. The room is a multicolored cherub of air and bright colors. The pain in my stomach is warm and tender. I am smiling. The pain is many pointed, without anguish. Light changes the room from yellows to violet! The dark brown space behind the door is precious intimate, silent and still. The birthplace of Brahms. I know all that I need to know. There is no hurry. I read the meanings of scratched walls and cracked ceilings. I am separate. I close my eyes in divinity and pain. I blink in solemnity and unsolemn joy. I smile at myself in my movements. Walking I step higher in carefulness. I fill space with myself. I see the secret and distinct patterns of smoke from my mouth I am without care part of all. Distinct. I am separate from gloom and beauty. I see all.