Celestual humanumisticus

people together
never forgotten
people in common
like blossoms on cotton. . .

people are people
but differ in manners
some are deep dreamers
some are just planners. . .

people existing
wherever they are
they try to be normal
but seem so bizarre

people are people
locked in belief
one feeds their pleasure
another their grief. . .

people are mountains
some tall and some cold
people of gravel
people of gold

people are people
a crowd in dismay
obsessed by tomorrow
instead of today. . .

people are huddled
in separate cliques
some for the safety
some for the kicks. . .

people are people
standing around me
waiting to hear
the astral calliope. . .

July 1977