They are in the middle of a traffic jam of silence
Bowled over in a sound of consciousness
The parachute tester just dropped in to say hi
Can you fall from the sky
Without one?
No’
Can you?
Superman, ho, ho!
Electricity eclectic
In the dark of the rainbow
Electric rainbow of the soul
The Manta rays and electric eels glow
Why can’t we
Light a candle for my soul
And yours
The Centaurs are charging
Their gas bills
Eating grass sandwiches
And drinking beer
On the forgotten plateau
In the tearful meadow
Of tea
Come make me a shooting range
So I may target my fears
And tear out the pages of the paper back
Of apologies
No apologies, please
This darkness
Is good for my soul
I can hear
Nothing
But the stars
And the wheat ears
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