Five Black Flys

I multiplied the eyes of five black flies took a buzz from the blue of a baby-blue sky I need my long-gone bongos and the dust-drum rhythms with my shades, gray beret, and guitar strums with 'em from the birth of the earth where a gray rock talks a whisper and a murmur then a loud tick tock strains of evening rain soaked the Sanctuary clock let the mellow music play as they take me for a walk to a place where the pace is a slow go reality pale are veils on the milky moon revising all the facts of history if damnable dawn comes along with a song then a complex terminal colossus looks wrong but with us or without us I will still be in terminus from all the degradation of the nation that determined us