XXXVII

than i paid a visit to my grave the crowd sitting outside called me brave my hands were filthy, that's ain't i wanted i looked at fingers, disintegrating, and counted i'm sleeping to complete my life i'm lying down to provoke my being to drive i held my hands and made sure i'm asleep i'm so sad, they are happy, are the creep middle of night gave me a knock on my grave, so i felt the stroke i pushed the soil aside, so my eyes gotten wide the corpse of happiness pulling her face down lying besidesm to me, since the time of aeon so i stripped and danced a while she murmured the song of jimi, the voodoo chile than she became bleak, and blue she uttered some words to ask a clue how humans so laughing, when happiness lying, for so long, down six feet, amused