How I wish we could take this moment
And freeze it
To come back again and again and again
To hold it to the light
Turn it in our hands
To study all the angles
To find out how
And Why
It's gotta go the way that it goes
We have the technology
Not available before
We have the technology
But thinkers and poets of the past
Oh, no
They had to leap into the dark so blindly
Whereas we'll stand free and upright like men
The day's golden light!
Linked with our machines our eyes are beaming
It won't matter at all
How weird
Things are seeming
We need the means to dig deeper
To search below the surface appearance of things
Worlds never dreamed of!
What a wonderful life if, darling
That moment
Might be found wherein we come unstuck
Completely:
Flap A from Slot B,
Slapping in the wind!
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