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The myth of the golden fleece
and all the tasks you had to do for me
the pyramids and the slaughter
and Troy's little daughter
the holy kebab and the forbidden tree
the tempters fate and the serpent's hate
the bible and all it's geography
a nail for you and a nail for me
and the sleeping's prophet's astral body does go free
and re emerge and re born in Bermuda
that mystic triangle, that mystic triangle
under the sea
To sea we were born and sea we will be
the saline womb of the world you see
let your spirit wander
and your soul wonder
at the magic of life that you endure
sometimes for the pure
and the childish wanderer in me
Georges

How could a Pisces not appreciate this piece, Georges? I like it.

George; "the saline womb of the world." Amazing ! ! Thank you. Byron "sends his regards."