Inside the mouth of a massive dormant volcano,
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a lens is gathering distant fingerprints,
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of flying objects that swim in ultraviolet
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like dazzling clandestine submarines.
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We wear the pearly necklace of the Milky Way.
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We chase the dusty tails of run away galaxies.
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Looking through our telescope, the Cyclops eye.
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Let's make an empty moment of honouring silence,
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for the recently deceased unnoticed stars.
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Looking through our telescope, the Cyclops eye.
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[Solo: Chris A.]
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Black holes are violating the spatial matrix.
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And comets feed the hungry grasp of gravity
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Ancient astronomers observe the upper tapestries.
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The body of the universal soul.
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We wear the pearly necklace of the Milky Way.
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We chase the dusty tails of run away galaxies.
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Looking through our telescope, the Cyclops eye.
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Telescope
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| Septic Flesh |
