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Everything looks brighter
On the other side
Of the horizon line
The Universe glows
To the north, up on the
Three dimensional grid
The stars your eyes breathe
Are the start of the truth
Too far away to vibrate
The crystal’s too stiff
To bend in light, it shatters
An explosion masked by the dark
The force takes light years to see
The trees have more rings
Than we can think on our feet
Do you suppose
We’ll ever reach the sky’s coral reef

Do you suppose
The Universe is a false escape
A false escape further into the unknown
A spiral stairwell descending
Deeper into REM
It’s better as a dream

Do you suppose
There’s more above, more below
The Universe, the Underground

Do you suppose
The universally unknown
Is why we live
Happy to the end

The food all tastes like dirt
Everything sinks beneath
Roots dig deeper than the family tree
Before you, before me
The branches reached endless
Innocent and free
Leaves fell, seeds paved the way
The ground spoke melody
Quiet as can be
Now yells loud as it cracks
The dune’s sands evaporate into the seas
Do you suppose
We’ll ever reach ground’s shining sun

Do you suppose
The Underground is left alone
Cause it’s so close
So close to home
We don’t ever want to know
It’s better as a nightmare

Do you suppose
There’s more above, more below
The Universe, the Underground

Do you suppose
The universally unknown
Is why we live
Happy to the end

Will the Universe be won
Like the West
With money and guns
Instead of paper and pens
Ink settles in defeat
Intellect, twisting tongues
Not all can relate to one treaty
Some talk, some walk
Some are sick of the decree
Better run, the universally unknown
May be found in the Universe
What will then hit the eye
With different senses of
Time, rhythm, feelings, belief
He’s got five
I give it only time
The Universe

Will the Underground be hung
On the mantle above the fireplace
Like the portrait
Of the man who won over the world
Brought them all to their hands and knees
Begging for forgiveness to the eye that sees
Will it have people digging deeper
Than stars die
Burroughs to here and there
NYC’s got five
I give it only time
The Underground

The Universe, the Underground
Do you suppose
We don’t want to know
We’re happy not to know

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