Patti Smith and I have known this

In my Blakean year I was so disposed
Toward a mission yet unclear Advancing pole by pole

Fortune breathed into my ear Mouthed a simple ode
One road is paved in gold One road is just a road

In my Blakean year Such a woeful schism
The pain of our existence Was not as I envisioned

Boots that trudged from track to track Worn down to the sole
One road is paved in gold One road is just a road

Boots that tramped from track to track Worn down to the sole
One road was paved in gold One road was just a road

In my Blakean year Temptation but a hiss
Just a shallow spear Robed in cowardice

Brace yourself for bitter flack For a life sublime
A labyrinth of riches Never shall unwind
The threads that bind the pilgrim’s sack Are stitched into the Blakean back

So throw off your stupid cloak Embrace all that you fear
For joy shall conquer all despair In my Blakean year

So throw off your stupid cloak Embrace all that you fear
For joy shall conquer all despair In my Blakean year    -Patti Smith

Of course as a writer,  shouldn’t I say it my way, but when someone says it just as you would,  but  better, to the point, then why not repeat to all those who my come to rest here.
I dedicate this to Ben Brandstein as he goes forward on his journey to the magnificent Renaissance of life and history. Good luck on the road and the dream.

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