2003-07-04 - 7:31 a.m.
Satellite:// Paddle right
Straddle -- that'll be alright
picture that. zoom in tight.
fix one hat_out of sight
real world stat / not polite
steal into the dead of night
...
I always feel like somebody's watchin' me
and I get no privacy
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light measured (in angstrons)
plight treasures oblivions
where cozmic tumbleweeds patrol
the paths of plasmaic buffalo
the earth knows what I'm trying to say
she makes the rounds most everyday
east to west like clockwork she
reminds me of what I long to be
faithful to consistantly
enable those who trust in me
or even if they don't agree
find some sort of way to see
solar pulses phosphorously
reflecting off the carbon tree
the branches from the vineyard 3
the number of divinity
all that emanates from me
that's what earth could never be
apart from heart to start the art, an applecart, soon to depart into the park unlike the ark requires some quark causing an arc of electrical sparc to power the cart in light and dark to torque, to work, to lurch, to jerk, and load with perks
options not standard extend like a lanyard
and bring about this metamorphisis
as the face of a child who beholds what is wild
in vivid, ambiguous orifices
depressing into the multi-planed contours
of gaseousness and not so dense front doors
leading the neophyte into ever unfolding passages
outside of the norm and the never beholding masses, yes,
can you see them suspended in their religious bubbles?
preconvenient, intended just to save them from troubles?
funny how some who don't dare believe
are the first to tell others how they need to cleave
to the pre-ramble of some idiot's deconstitution
as a free sample of indeterminate non-resolution
to pioneer no further into eternity's reach
yo hi-yo, steer one more time to the breach
tread and no fear, ride the wave to the beach
or are you dumbfounded by those who don't teach?
mortal, ungrounded, follow me -- I won't preach
of anything less than the sum of the sights
and the satellite psyche owns all copyrights
as it magnifies every moment in me
which does not conform to the streamline decree
gold purified in the fire of the one
molding the tide of the work He's begun
forged is the image, the energy field
the planet is known by the atmosphere yield
even so from the heart cannot come none but pain
till the satellite psyche aligns with the train
in the circuit that travels the coordinate trail
the orbit of old which alone will prevail
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