Cool Blue Dark Side of the Moon
Syd has finally come home to nest.
Somewhere on the dark side of the moon.
Lovingly tending to his space rock garden.
Strumming an ancient guitar.
Whispering sweetly to pinkish stars.
Syd was alone but not lost.
His mind didn't snap like they say it did.
He just figured it out and then got out.
Before they got him.
He just crawled out of a plastic pond.
Fed by a spring of plastic human beings.
He went to where there's no fabrication.
Only a peaceful nothingness and a ladle of stars.
Sprinkling shine on his space rock garden.
Which he lovingly tends to
on the cool-blue dark side of the moon.
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