Creative handwritten partial poem/story by T. Rex frontman Marc Bolan, unsigned, one page, 13 x 8, in part: "All stood on the wind hovering like the beasts of neth. I harnessed the apparatus to my eyelid & soked with the rough beutiful pain, what of pain if it brings freedom from its elusive chapel. Sweetdoe kissed my heel & called me god one & Flower & many things nice but I only cryed, like a child, the thing had always been, pleasure mad pleasure on whose flame I have burnt out my life, I walked soberly out of the church of argon, I am argon I thought & smiled sillily at the notion that some poor misguided soul should call me a god, the wind was wild & I caught it in my lungs & it burnt, argon is dead, argon is dead." In fine condition, with a central vertical fold, light creasing, and a rusty paperclip impression to the left edge.
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