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Time Travel


Look to the stars
From the shadows of your prison bars
The body may be shackled, but your soul is free
Examine the complexities of that divine, monkey, puzzle, tree
And the notion of time/space and the understanding of the ley-lines
That grid and pattern under the chalk and the crumbling lime
Are co-ordinates and transfixes in this broken heart of mine
With love lost and co-ordinates that do cross
Reincarnation and your sudden snake- shell of body lost
What's the worry? Who gives a toss?
If we ever manage to break free from the cycle
Of wheels that revolve within wheels
Of the theft and the actual steal
Where's the passion? Where's the feel?
Is it at the very top of the broken Ferris wheel?
And the Circus continues to rally round and content
To the guide ropes that fastened the secrets of the tabernacle tent
And the pyramids they advertised and they did soar
From the heat of the hot sand and the desert floor
And Babylon managed to create a wonderful and infamous whore
And the crowd showed appreciaten and asked for some more
Explorations in the night....
Time travel and the gift of second sight
And Stephen Hawkins did not get it right.

Georges.