galaxies

Been driving through
Been diving through
The ends and bends of galaxies
Doesn’t seem to be exactly
What you see in pictures
Two dimensional figures
Almost seems intentional
Walking the plank on a space
Soaring ship where jumping means
Pumping yourself in some
Direction where the reflection
Is captured by the sun like a pun
Of the pirate or living where only
Being alright got you by I recall
A day when you would twist,
Dance and tie all the ends together
Shouldn’t depend on the weather
When you control the storm
by the ivory rose

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