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tid sah (Tom Atlee), 1969
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Into the tendings, strange, of timeless people on their war, gem, dream, and paper path down see, up rock, toward brightly stoic steeple; from death, hate, love, peace, holy purpose, tenderness and wrath, with candlelight and bulb in wageless hope, dimly lit down whirling conscious haze along the pebbles of the ebb-tide slope, |