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Dimension X

Posted to Tribute to Ken Kesey

On the bus, destination somewhere out there
in the golden eternity
where bohemian angels flutter opium wings
blow hipster horns and pluck baroque harps with sweet scented fingers
Across the mahogany sky and tender clouds
with Jack, Allen, uncle Bill, Neal, and now Ken...

I can hear poetry dripping from the sky