In garden of golden flower
bluegreen algae float on purple
water. unseen by eyes uninitiated
in secrets of mystic arts,
torah pages torn
from bloody womb
drum drum
beat archaic, all to
echo you,
huna giraffe with kick.
it's time.
it's time silver soldiers
who stand in neo-cortex corridors
on the path of the act
of creation and every instant
bigbang stand up.
time stop.
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Lightfinger touches crust
of lunarzion
civilization
to put in moon
with one vocal
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