Look: in the palace for all to see
the real you, me, all in between
the face of La Madonna reigns
where spirits blossom forms fade
into a dream where broken angels
sing with the grace of a crazy night
fall of diamonds and pearls and
far out dreams of the aurora so
fantastic a technicolor wedding
coat for the groom waiting at the
altar in the temple of a gone world
Minds all blown even my own
oh, how visions of the Pieta of
ultimate sorrow came down to
take padre mio home to leave
me stirred, loved like a rock
but not shaken a real situation
so mystical leaving no doubt of
the cosmic creation in some
other time and space across the
Rio Grande on a starry starry
night where suffering has ceased
in the temple immaculate of mind
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