I fell on the earth
& raped the snow
I got married to life
& breathed with my marrow
I saw young dancers
I am meat & need fuel
Need the whorey glimmer of tears
in women, all ages
Laughter sandwich, fuel
for the lunch of meat minds
Now damn you, dance
Now dance
or die sleek & fat in your
reeking seat, still
buckled for flight
Jim Morrison
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