Soon I will get it together in my heart.
Soon ballistics by no one, emptiness itself.
Soon the moon blesses every street kid, punk, mendicant, lost child.
Soon the old men turn loose of the reins.
Soon all angels reborn no more into Pure Land.
Soon a cure for the common violence.
Soon vegetation for the people.
Soon the animal spirit is resurrected in human flesh.
Soon the word liberated, mind fleur-ing.
Soon the cancer will eat itself.
Soon the galaxy bangs back in rhythm to soon, holy NOW.
Soon we remember everything we've been forgetting.
Soon no more death dance on the women & children of Earth.
Soon blue sky adamantine, a pine tree breathing.
Soon I will get it together in & out of my human heart.
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