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Coke and weed
Hold nothing on me
She spoke the dream
 I chose to believe

We ride behind the unseen
Stride valleys of green
With shadows that sheen
 And caveats that sparkle

Even further a field
What may you yield
These layers unpeeled
 Where the white rabbit burrowed, will you now follow?

To the emergence of spring
May I borrow your wings
And follow my dreams
 To where they doth now take me

Through my dreams I might yearn
Upon thy winds of winding turns
Does it mean a chance to learn
 A little about ourselves?

So shed all your clothes
And leave those cares behind
We'll edge ever closer
 And share the divine

Up, up so high, gliding we soar
As gravity declined holding the door
Up, up we climbed, like riding a star
 Now here I come, I'm surfing that sun

Out of my pocket something flopped
Halley's comet 'twas I who dropped
There's all these rocks that likes to bopp
 I slungshot round, now it's time to Roll

The ssspeeed of sssound was met with mere delight
As the answers are found out racing near the light
Have you unwound the casing on the white
 I see the star's are giving out their secrets

So let's dust off the further corner's and deepest reaches
Thrust up the afterburners now it's time for seeking
If we're all learners, who does the teaching
 And What may I ask is the lesson?

Unknitted fabric folding space and time
When Big black holes turn into little white lines
As a universe is spawn right behind my eyes
 This bliss I feel is it real?

But the knowledge I gained
Was more than I craved
Please stop it I made a mistake
That drop, now what did I take?
When I tripped I saw it replicate
And scattered out of view
As it shattered past the moon
Like idle chatter half past noon
Sailing off in a vast balloon
But, I find I deviate....
Psynchro-sinchro-synchronicities in mistakes
Are pretty easy to make
Did I drop something?
I trust it's right here
It was just quite near
You must hold tight I fear
We are in flight my dear
Now what was that riddle
About the cat or it's piddle
Being flat is only the middle
 And how can a cow play a fiddle?
I'm now in a jam and a muddle
I began to unravel dripping into a puddle
I hope the spiders go a-whey
You wrote they might be here to stay
What a horrid thing to say
I cannot deal with you today
I shut my eyes and flew away
Weeeheeee, it's time to play
As I'm catapulted
Into the astral voltage
So socket to me slowly as my current course alternated directfion
I said slowly blow me...........pt ii will be above shortly.
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