The lyrics are adapted from An Asphodel and Transcription of Organ Music by Allen Ginsberg.
The flower in the glass peanut bottle formerly in the
kitchen crooked to take a place in the light,
the closet door opened, because I used it before, it
kindly stayed open waiting for me, its owner.
I began to feel my misery in pallet on floor, listening
to music, my misery, that’s why I want to sing.
The room closed down on me, I expected the presence
of the Creator, I saw my gray painted walls and
ceiling, they contained my room, they contained
as the sky contained my garden,
I opened my door
O dear sweet rosy unattainable desire
and skin’s appalling petals
My books piled up before me for my use
waiting in space where I placed them, they
haven’t disappeared, time’s left its remnants and qualities for me to use—my words piled up, my texts, my
manuscripts, my loves.
I had a moment of clarity, saw the feeling in
the heart of things, walked out to the garden crying.
Saw the red blossoms in the night light, sun’s
gone, they had all grown, in a moment, and were waiting stopped in time for the day sun to come and give
Flowers which as in a dream at sunset I watered
faithfully not knowing how much I loved them.
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