Well the lush separation unfolds you
and the products of wealth
push you along on the bow wave
of the spiritless undying selves.
And you press on God’s waiter your last dime
as he hands you the bill.
And you spin in the slipstream
tideless – unreasoning –
paddle right out of the mess.
I cannot take this anymo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ore Saying everything I've said befo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ore All these words they make…
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