a ha
Come on, now
luring the Traveler
Mighty Voyager
Curious, into its dark womb
The graves grinning
Indians of night
Westward luring
into the brothel, into the blood bath
into the Dream
The dark Dream of conquest
& Voyage
into night, Westward into the Night

~ Jim Morrison, Wilderness, the Lost Writings

Such carnal yearnings, spiritual cravings, such an American boy, singing shaman, where has the mystery gone, the magic danced away? Too far, too far. Barbaric yawp of rock and soul, seek me now my forgotton father. Into the sky, the snake of seven desert miles swirls like the sun in the eyes of the dead.

Innocence is everywhere.

LWIII