To the Commissar

Dear commissar wherever you are? There's never been times I've felt so far That this place is like the deadest star, no orbit or purpose apart from travel Will it go supernova? which way will it unravel.? Perhaps galactic ice will Overtake? From the lagoon of despair, in massive lake's to then become a sea Of doom? Reflecting many itinerant moons; just hurtling round the net in a loop With a never-ending dismal group, of astrologers; to chart it's demise Through ever more forbidding astral skies, oh commissar; oh commissar' Can't you change direction? It's not too far.' Just a million light years away' Where a Sun is shining, where inspiration can blossom near and far. Yet maybe there is no commissar? No commissar.. Or book of rules.' Adhered to by..Well by no doubt gilded fools' surely though there must some be? In consonants prison, just you mark me' adrift on that silly bubbles sea Why do they venture? Before anyone interupts ) I'm asking me.! There's the tide the moon runs, and the tide of emotion for someone.) Bad tidings ever fleet; at any hour, the tidings of joy bestowing power, A tide of mice, or'tops the land, by two times thrice no harvest stands There is also a consumer tide, in which we wallow, and take much pride' We'd changed for deisel, propane gas now electric, 10 billion cars to scrap effective? Then there will be even more to make, ever to build' always to be take.' There's much aversion to any red pill, just pop those blues.' Keep them coming You can be a wireless object with what's a' humming it's going fast if it hits you'll never know' What mask to wear on the radio, no matter that your face isn't seen its all about the Image; yet I'm not that keen' and like why are we all so lost in this smog from such dirty Green.'