How Do You Do Van Morrison?

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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