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Boho Cosmos
What do the hot headed stars do
but seek the cool of the night
where flares have room to take their flight
in triumph arcs the angels knew.
From star to star they flew and flew
as nebulae condensed and spun
in playgrounds of atomic fun
and spectral beams where new stars grew.
But in that chaos old stars died
in detonations so immense
it fucked up sacred confidence
like something god had badly fried.
So now the bits are left above
still glowing from that frightful blast
when all the big bong angels passed...
into the astral planes of love.
but seek the cool of the night
where flares have room to take their flight
in triumph arcs the angels knew.
From star to star they flew and flew
as nebulae condensed and spun
in playgrounds of atomic fun
and spectral beams where new stars grew.
But in that chaos old stars died
in detonations so immense
it fucked up sacred confidence
like something god had badly fried.
So now the bits are left above
still glowing from that frightful blast
when all the big bong angels passed...
into the astral planes of love.
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