in the cool naked
light of a gently pulsing space
then she yawned sweeping
gracefully down garden steps
that only she could see
and I got hung about the
nothing John
promised me
because everything was real and
it all lasted forever
there we were
by the Dakota as nameless numbered crowds
mourned
and I felt the thump of the drums the braying of cymbals the cowering snare
Ringo came near
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