"we're all golden sunflowers inside."
"No monster vibration, no snake universe hallucinations. Many tiny jeweled violet flowers along the path of a living brook that looked like Blake's illustration for a canal in grassy Eden: huge Pacific watery shore, Orlovsky dancing naked like Shiva long-haired before giant green waves, titanic cliffs that Wordsworth mentioned in his own Sublime, great yellow sun veiled with mist hanging over the planet's oceanic horizon. No harm."
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Source: Allen Ginsberg (2001). “Howl and Other Poems: Pocket Poets Number 4”, p.29, City Lights Publishers
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