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No direction

No direction to go

Burroughs says it’s a time-space

travel ship

Connected with mystiques

and mysteries

Of he claims transcendental

majesties,

Pulque green crabapples

of hypnotic dream

In hanging Ecuad vine.

Burroughs says, We have destiny,

Last of the Faustian Men.

No direction in the void

Is the news from the void

In touch with the void

Everywhere void

No direction to go

(but)

(in) ward

Hm

(ripping of paper indicates

helplessness anyway)