"we're all golden sunflowers inside."
"The whole blear world of smoke and twisted steel around my head in a railroad car, and my mind wandering past the rust into futurity: I saw the sun go down in a carnal and primeval world, leaving darkness to cover my railroad train because the other side of the world was waiting for dawn."
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Source: Allen Ginsberg (2010). “Collected Poems 1947-1997”, p.45, Harper Collins
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