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We Shed our Clothes of Skin,
& Nakedly We Roamed,
The Star Domed Light!
As a Giant
Bright Blue Bubble,
Flew over the
Former Empires Rubble.
Children were playing soccer
with a New Cons Head!
Snow Lions, Minotaurs, Red Pandas,
Paper Tigers, & Winged Men,
were Caught,
in the Cotton Clouds Above,
& Their Wordless song's
Brian Wilson, Phil Spector's
Wall of Sound,
knocked us to the Ground.
LOST TRIBES GOT FOUND!
Lines were Being Crossed!
Boundaries were being Blurred! !
Everything was moving
in Stop Motion.
U Yelled:
' Archaeologists
Unearth,
A lost solar system,
of Pregnant Planets,
Giving Birth! '
& Me, My Doppelganger Billy?
& Shanghai Lily, said:
' Animal Bands! ....LIQUID BONES? '
As Millions of
oncoming Arrows,
Darkened the Sky.
By: St.Sir Michael Manners 2008
St.Sir Michael Manners
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