First Gong Vol. 8: Thrust FIRST GONG 8 THRUST | 页面 280

THREE STEPS AWAY FROM GOLD - Amar Basil
Up on your window
The flattering flickering flare
Bleeds a bleary blues
And hints a grotesque peace
That promises only a fair piece
But I take what's mine
On watery wave of music
On dusky broken blooms
On sounding splattered spin
I always take what's mine
Whoever or whatever it may...
Call it base but I own today.
I set to motion a stern alluvion
To wash over this creeping reverie
That takes in a silent strike
And keeps me three steps away from gold
I kindle this base to strength
Moisten my muse to fly.
Time! Who dares to tame?
The greyness of memories stacked
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