Underneath these waves of sound
are fish of facts flapping beaches
lacking oxygen,they seek/deep to hide within
More explore sans silence/trapped by muzak and retro-
(In this Golden Age,best to Make Your Own Weigh
Metals( heavy metal) play riffs on Stock Exchange
Gold corn translates into energy ethanol(EAT ME!
Aware before you knew(you knew!-you feel more (deep
stranded sans oxygen on life's a beach
BUT THIS IS THE ONLY PLANET WE SWIM IN
Moon solitary cold gray distance/sun burning up
stars so far away they fall like fixtures/underneath it all
we fish flap fantasies/weave tidal patterned melodies
steam consciousness dry creek river bed drought arts
Instead of cutting funds,why not increase fun?
That way,we can play on these parallel bars!
CREATE A SAFE PLAYGROUND FOR US!
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