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The Mysterious Tent


by Elvis Bojangles


Let it be


in my mind

taunt snappy


Made of canvas or

other strange substance

inside of which is

a spiritual realm


The mysterious tent

surrounded by singing crickets

trees &

alas, the Author of all things


No flashlight no fire

we arise & retire

with the happy sun

my spirit dame & I


Hello beloved

I think thus I am

and Ye

is heaven's gate


Wings untrimmed

free as you wish

stars flowing out your glowing

beautiful eyes


You be my empress & I

your man

together we drink cold instant coffee

& eat tuna-fish sandwiches


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