In astral weeks
Don't think a thing
Larger than this who
And then, resist,
Rising toward
The ringing ways
Of now.
In astral days
Shine the sweet
Volcanic noise of
Nebulous springs
Playing the strikingly
Stormy collidings
Of morning.
In astral hours
How can I arrive
At the powerful strides
Of tunes lovingly
Daring and raw
Riding an abundance
Of sky.
In astral nights
Who can bare words
Done here no harm
Amid quiet disturbances
Of percolating highs
Merging with the flurries
Of fear.
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