from jazz seeking with of stairways! orange in I we three
Passaic, streets pun Bowery, dream in stand ate imaginary the threads of
the rivers of Bowery, who wept at the romance of the past
journeying who drove crosscountry seventytwo hours to find out Eternity,
who fell on their knees in hopeless cathedrals praying charm of
reality in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of
Capitalism, who distributed Supercommunist