#Soaring over the idyllic fields of poet's day dreams
an opening exposes some endless blue
the sun cast's his golden rod
and waits while humming his bright tune
Suddenly submerged
for his bait we had chewed
turbulence drops yellow bags
and white fog blinds our view
The sun is toying with us
letting the line out farther and farther
the old sun and the sky
a departure within a departure
Finally the sun pulls the line
screaming, we steady then ascend
are we going higher now?
better make amends
via amens
Look all the fog is gone
this isn't the suns pole
the light is fleeing and
this cabinet grows so cold
The air thins into non existence
yet somehow we can breath
in these celestial waters
watch as the earth takes her leave
Reeling faster now
how these stars pass by
what's beyond the celestial sphere
this fisherman sure is spry
Finally a golden gleam approaches
splash through the pearly gates
into the net of heaven
pietistic fingers embrace
An omniscient voice speaks
NOT AGAIN, ANOTHER USELESS CAN?
and he tossed this metal heap away
who do I eat and who do I romance
It's going to be a long journey home.
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Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 2:54 PM UTC
#Soaring over the idyllic fields of poet's day dreams
an opening exposes some endless blue
the sun cast's his golden rod
and waits while humming his bright tune
Suddenly submerged
for his bait we had chewed
turbulence drops yellow bags
and white fog blinds our view
The sun is toying with us
letting the line out farther and farther
the old sun and the sky
a departure within a departure
Finally the sun pulls the line
screaming, we steady then ascend
are we going higher now?
better make amends
via amens
Look all the fog is gone
this isn't the suns pole
the light is fleeing and
this cabinet grows so cold
The air thins into non existence
yet somehow we can breath
in these celestial waters
watch as the earth takes her leave
Reeling faster now
how these stars pass by
what's beyond the celestial sphere
this fisherman sure is spry
Finally a golden gleam approaches
splash through the pearly gates
into the net of heaven
pietistic fingers embrace
An omniscient voice speaks
NOT AGAIN, ANOTHER USELESS CAN?
and he tossed this metal heap away
who do I eat and who do I romance
It's going to be a long journey home.
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