I walked thru the panther's living room
and our summer together ended
too soon
stronger than farther
strangled by night
rest in my sun burst
relax in her secret wilderness
this is the sea of doubt
wich threads harps
unwithered
& unstrung
its the brother, not the past
who turns sunlight into glass
it's the valley
it's me
Testimony from
a strange witness
/Jim Morrison
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