Hour For Magic

Resident mockery
Give us an hour for magic
We of the purple glove
We of the starling flight
& velvet hour
We of Arabic pleasure's breed
We of the sundome
& the night
Give us a creed
To believe
A night of lust
Give us trust in
The Night
Give of color
Hundred hues
A rich mandala
For me
& you
& for your silky
Pillowed house
A head, wisdom
& a bed
Troubled decree
Resident mockery
Has claimed thee
We used to believe
In the good old days
We still receive
In little ways
The things of Kindness
& unsporting brow
Forget & allow
Did you know freedom exists in a school book
Did you know madmen are running our prison
Within a jail, within a gale
Within a white free protestant
Maelstrom
We're perched headlong
On the edge of boredom
We're reaching for death
On the end of a candle
We're trying for something
That's already found us
Last words...
Out

Jim Morrison, An American Prayer.