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Saturday stardust scat

In a manner of speaking this symbolic representation of my thought to this Word
Tripping on the fantastic railroad tracks that criss-cross the brain-dead, sleepy head
Moving the train from coast to coast, avoiding traffic of frozen asphalt and concrete
It's the bullet train, shot out of the six gun from L.A. to the apple of N.Y.C.'s streets.

Walked into this passion play for the innocent without a viable alibi for being asleep
Promised them all I'd find an answer before they drained my blood for formaldehyde
Being wide awake in the middle of a lucid dream is like a dream inside another dream
A Poeism I know, it's just a precious tidbit pointing to the way of dark side's moon beam.

You give it up when it's time, like it or not, whether you made some cash money or not
We all had our chance to collect the mortal dirt and charms of the burned out core
This One underneath our feet that used to be the fired up other One, binary star door
Torah, Bhagavad Gita, Koran or Homo Sapien Babel's tower of power mystery spot.

A long time ago, this Earth was as hot as our sun that's so hot, hydrogen explodes
Fissions chain reactions into space and implodes from the subatomic essence of quark
Praying to a place on this burned out star, or planet of distressed paradise, gold overloads
Love and the lack of it, chimera of the host and guest alike, make believe, magic roads.

Without cash money, silver or gold, mean, green paper dollar notes, horse or daughter trade
You've got nothin' to give up for the privelege of finding the Way on a hidden motif
Paradise right over here and now, between my sheets, eyes closed, dreams' action to fade
With last gasps of the atmosphere, decomposition commences excepting a thing itself.

FINIS
by
RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN
c. January 22, 2016 @ 04:09 AM
( written listenin' to 10cc concert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/2x5z6MRt05c )
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