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As days drag longer
And weeks and months conspire to crawl
Whither the ephemeral bliss
Served with courses of unending throes?
Whither the ambience of bellied crackle
The now familiar moans
Set aside for the honeymoon?
Mourn in your Tent, I'll frolic in mine
For so was it to be from the start
When the dawn wedded the twilight
OH! CYCLIC BLUES
Your season is here... Again!
Same fangs; Same pang
This time simply be free
Ramp the Earth with your left toe
Let your index fingers graze the stars
Open the Treasure Box
Of fragmented memories
Memories of future unfurthered
And of children unfathered
Memories of sixty grimy Crowns
And of seven pigeon eggs
From three truck loads
With a reckless Driver
Open the box of resonating sardonics
Some of gold, same as old
Some of clay and of thorns
Open the books let the driver be served
Let him glower or maybe smile
Bear no grudges; Have no crushes
Whenever the firmament beckons
Just be ready.
And weeks and months conspire to crawl
Whither the ephemeral bliss
Served with courses of unending throes?
Whither the ambience of bellied crackle
The now familiar moans
Set aside for the honeymoon?
Mourn in your Tent, I'll frolic in mine
For so was it to be from the start
When the dawn wedded the twilight
OH! CYCLIC BLUES
Your season is here... Again!
Same fangs; Same pang
This time simply be free
Ramp the Earth with your left toe
Let your index fingers graze the stars
Open the Treasure Box
Of fragmented memories
Memories of future unfurthered
And of children unfathered
Memories of sixty grimy Crowns
And of seven pigeon eggs
From three truck loads
With a reckless Driver
Open the box of resonating sardonics
Some of gold, same as old
Some of clay and of thorns
Open the books let the driver be served
Let him glower or maybe smile
Bear no grudges; Have no crushes
Whenever the firmament beckons
Just be ready.
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