Who remembers or respects
Atom Heart Mother
Whose production values are not
So far up to snuff
Who unchains whose brains
Whose car planes across diamond highways
And falls into the sun
Who glides low over croplands
Watching history come undone
Whose derelict voice choirs
Modulate the fateful fabrics of
Brainstem existence and desires
Counting out pennies of remittance
And penalties for resistance
Who grows out long hair and dances
Traipsing beneath black bridges
Who presses the accelerator
Slowly to the floor
Launching into a new excursion
Past boundaries never penetrated before
Ride astride a musical chord like a
Neon light beam we seem to be
Leaving the desert scrub and memory stream
Unpeeling lightyears back behind us
Beyond the beach and unto the breach of
Thickening oceans of ordeals
Do you think these guys are
On something or are they just a
Little bit unreal
Well, you did it, E.B. You managed to get this dry old conservationist to peer from his nostalgic abyss of age-old records into the world of light speed chords oscillating to the spiraling rhythm of the endless enigma of the multiverse. I am quite shaken up and my state of mind is a tremulous affair that threatens to ignite and rocket to the very orbit.
ReplyDeleteIn terms of technicality- this piece is quite perfect. The occasional rhymes carry the effect of emphasis and help to propel speed up the flow. The descriptions are a little abstract but lively and highly evocative.
This piece is brimming with emotion. I don't really know what else to say. I could go on and on but why spoil such beautiful moments of transcendental ecstasy by words. Let us _feel_ the tremor of existence.