Putting It Back Together Again
Believe, Believe
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Bob Kaufman
Believe in this. Young apple
seeds,
In blue skies, radiating young
breast,
Not in blue-suited
insects,
Infesting society’s
garments.
Believe in the swinging sounds
of jazz,
Tearing the night into
intricate shreds,
Putting it back together
again,
In cool logical
patterns,
Not in the sick
controllers,
Who created only the
Bomb.
Let the voices of dead
poets
Ring louder in your ears
Than the screechings
mouthed
In mildewed editorials.
Listen to the music of
centuries,
Rising above the mushroom
time.
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