Pink Floyd Moons

I feel so stupid to care,

When the world is not this

Big deal.

I embody the train’s

Roar

And not the

Undercarriage of

Silence gliding along

Wonderment.

When their day

Is sought

In cathedral

Breathing,

How I long for the

Little pools

Collected on roses,

Camera reels,

Ocean mirrors,

Soft routines

A woman quietly takes

To,

Bathing in Cream,

In final,

Washed away to the

Infinite,

Pink Floyd Moons illuminated,

Focusing

Godly love in Bold Prism

E Y E S…

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