We can do it on a sunny

floor w/friends & make

any sound or movement

that comes. Roll on our

backs screaming w/ mirth

glad in the guilt of our

madness. Better to be

cool in our worship &

gain the respect of the

ancient & wise wearing

those robes. They know

the secret of the mind-change

reality.

                        JIM MORRISON

       POEMS. LYRICS. NOTES. /1966-1971/