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The stars explode
And time implodes
I fall beneath the SEAs
In my submarine conscious

The stars explode
And time implodes
I fall beneath the ZZZZs
In my submarine conscious

The tales are clear as crystal
The compass is drawing circles
With all the bells and whistles and pistols
I won’t miss again, I won’t miss again
I can’t neglect with dead aim
Moving up the escalator isn’t going to last
Fades like the greens of cash savoring till trash
The waves have the mast sailing fast
I won’t miss again, I won’t miss again
I can’t neglect without the gold in the treasure chest
And the shells descend into my shovel and pail
I throw some coins to the bottom of a well
And I enjoy the ride on the magic carpet
While my eyes are locked on the target
Headed to the subconscious market
Where I buy and sell wishes and the stories I tell
It’s as it seems and fair, dream and nightmare
The submarine, the subconscious is my lair

The stars explode
And time implodes
I fall beneath the SEAs
In my submarine conscious

The stars explode
And time implodes
I fall beneath the ZZZZs
In my submarine conscious

I lay on a bed of thousands of blades
A woman stands feet away
Strumming the strings of her ha – air – ha – harp
And I sink into a black hole via spade
Blanketed by a music note ta – tie – ta – tarp
Chasing the stars and Martyrs in an Arcade
My mind warps and wraps
In spider webs of coined words poets trade
And the submarine drops, stops and rolls
In a field as bright red as an octopus sign engulfed with flames
Fire engine sirens, fire engine sirens blare
The view outside the window is direful, insane
Oppress it with powder and bullets
The puzzle is tough to uncover and tame
The fire’s un-aimed
Water droplets drip slowly from a rusty hydrant
Crossword and scrabble a name for a plumber
Instant Lotto the telephone number
The building burns and the sidewalks collect puddles
That should be on the flames
We’re on the sidewalk looking up
And here comes the rain
We’re in a submarine on the sidewalk
And the streets flood
Everyone happily floats away
Down a waterfall to a different subconscious day

The stars explode
And time implodes
I fall beneath the SEAs
In my submarine conscious

The stars explode
And time implodes
I fall beneath the ZZZZs
In my submarine conscious

The stars explode
And time implodes
I fall beneath the SEAs
In my submarine conscious

The stars explode
And time implodes
I fall beneath the ZZZZs
In my submarine conscious

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