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Indians scattered on dawn’s highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child’s fragile eggshell mind.
“Peace Frog” – The Doors
by the heretick
Jim Morrison’s words stand now for the common man, for the great masses of humanity steamrolled by the juggernaut of industrial society; but “steamroll” is such a concrete word, it does little to describe the psychic reality, evoking as it does a concrete physical state. I would like to speak here of something much more ethereal, more delicate, yet more powerful, what some have dubbed the hyperreal, but could more accurately be called the irreal.