Monday Morning Poem

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PSALM III by Allen Ginsberg

To God: to illuminate all men. Beginning with Skid Road.

Let Occidental and Washington be transformed into a higher place,
the plaza of eternity.

Illuminate the welders in shipyards with the brilliance of their torches.

Let the crane operator lift up his arm for joy.

Let elevators creak and speak, ascending and descending in awe.

Let the mercy of the flower’s direction beckon in the eye.

Let the straight flower bespeak its purpose in straightness — to seek the light.

Let the crooked flower bespeak its purpose in crookedness — to seek the light.

Let the crookedness and straightness bespeak the light.

Let Puget Sound be a blast of light.

I feed on your Name like a cockroach on a crumb — this cockroach is holy.

Seattle 1956