To the Next Generation:
Eat me a ton of star bellies
on your grandiose trip to the Milky Way
and break off a hunk of the fluorescent moon
to burn spiral rings in your nap sack to glow
Lift up black holes and hula hoop swing
side stepping gravity's bowl with a wink
Leap onto tails of inflection's decree
and bring me the voice of the sun.
For through you vicarious living's begun
and I can't take my two eyes off you...
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