A whole becomes parts
I stand humbledby my deeper realms of subconciousness
a whole becomes parts
i loose my companions
because i dance to a different drum
the traveller wants culture
the waitress smiles
the mother holds her child
the poet preaches
and the hippy dances and sings
a whole becomes parts
the parts becomes colours
and the colours form a rainbow
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