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Most eminent elder Poet, explictor of homogenous Love, the

dream is still present among those called to preserve it:  the

city you named City Of Friends, and I name it Homopolis:  the

city in which the controlled atmosphere is balmy and temperate, and

prudes, bullies, thugs and haters cannot obtain admission.  In this

city, shoes and shirts are neither needed nor useful and are, instead,

actively discouraged; and long hair is neither inconvenient nor offensive, but,

rather, encouraged and cultivated for the beauty it bestows on those who

possess it.  Help me, Walt, for Leaf is not present there and his absence is

more than paranthetical.  Though I am, as they say, beside myself with

grief and lamentation for him whom I love,  I would rather he return to be

beside me that I might celebrate his presence as, together, we imagine

Homopolis, or the City of Friends, the initiated, the brethren of

Homogenous Love.

J-Called