An exuberant tripping to the Pacific coast on a sunny summer dawn, now and forever.
When the Gates of the Spirit swing open
on the hinge of the horizon
the World begins to breath with color.
And we ride on the roaring rush
of the Harley wind,
And we ride the Suburu wind,
And we ride the Mustang wind,
And we ride the Kamasake wind,
And we ride the Mercury wind,
Toward the sea
rolling in on the tide
of eternal reoccurrance.
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