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RELEASE

here I am
at Woodstock 69

my head exploding in the moment
did not think things
could change out
of all proportion

Carlos Santana standing there
wrestling with the demons
in his guitar
ripping out my heart
serving it back to me shredded,
dripping with
Lysergic acid

did not figure he could
mellow so
smooth

and the end of Vietnam
lead to everything headed
in the wrong
direction

and here we are now
having lomg said our
goodbyes to
a raw music of ecstasy
of transformative connection

music now
filtered and distilled

served
in a box

box we would ask you politely
not to think outside of

ever dream
that soul, spirit, body
whatsoever
altogether

we can agree to release