Shades of innocence, the undisturbed, the pouting wonderment, the bruised and battered innocence. The rose tint of flower power lending color to the intervening haze, A smog intermingled with twining curling snakes of hashish smoke, flower tops, the corners of a mouth turned up in an ironic smile. We blew out our heritage, Replaced it with an uneasy vacancy: A seductive set of values, introduced by a grinning shrink from Harvard with his new book of the dead.