Overcrowded I live in a crowded head, lonely as the stars. I live in a cloudy dread of falling far too far. I picked up a flower cause it looked so bright, and I watched as it withered and I watched it die, and I turned and saw a hundred billion people shouting their loneliness to the sky. A tree grows up from the rich black ground, and weeps it's willow tears away. So tell me where the meaning's found, cause I have lost the way. So lead me away to a distant land cause I've got to be lost before I ever can be found. I've always been the wandering man, ever ready to leave, never ready to settle down. I live in the land of the dead, life has flown away, and though I'm living on in dread, I'll live to see the day, when the green grass bends in the warm sky winds, and every path must have an end, and the deepness is the deepness of the deepest darkest sky. I live in a crowded skull, soon it's getting much too full, and it's going too fast for me and I want to know why the sunny sunny sunny sunshine shines but it's darkness everywhere I see, I've wandered in myself too far and I can't get free. Maharimi Karotlovitch, July, 1976 The golf bail can well afford honesty, when about to be driven off his tee. M.K. 2-25.-77