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Low stark warm The first rays come through Light upon; How white The canvas on the easel Is again; Anew a day, wash away, The traces, brush strokes And mistakes
Like when we were young Getting high and having fun
Scrub the paradigm shift All this foolishness is bliss Perhaps A one-way road to the abyss
Don’t concern yourself with bigger things Being right is preordained After all The Mountain is going to catch you When you fall Just stand tall
It’s them or someone else Your victim knows it well Come and join the party Propaganda sales
The stock markets doing great Wall Street is having a feast Pay no attention to the millions in the street ............. Voting blue will not save you Voting blue will not save you Voting blue will not save you Resistance is futile
There is a heaven always on the horizon Distantly visible by the naked eye From any place on the surface One can see its shimmering towers Swaying and sparkling As if in a mirage They say long ago someone left On a lifetime journey to reach that place It is not known or said If they ever arrived But all who tell the story Collectively hope That such a thing could be done Even by a mortal man Some that tell this tale Said he was aided along the way By one of those great beings Terrible to belong yet full of grace When his knees fell to the earth And he could go on no more They carried him to the gates Of that distant heaven Whose true nature before or since Has never been beheld
The fog descends from the heights Engulfing all things Sweetly and slowly A thick mist rolls in Never to be lifted The world made evergreen Obscured in contemplation A tranquil mystery without suspense The earth again made quiet Though not for lack of thought For all yet think and dream At peace for they know each other well No questions asked for all are understood A blanketing contentment and peace In a realm before unseen That lies just above the head