the morning in the closet, nothing but a hopeful little bit of
hallucination now you're really in the filthy Passaic, leaped on negroes,
cried all over the river! flips and crucifixions! gone down the
flood! Highs! Epiphanies! Despairs! wild eyes! the holy yells! They
bade farewell! They jumped off the roof to cast their ballot for
Eternity outside of Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes, who
crashed