Zephyr, electric blue, tarmac and rain
Synthesis of light on water, and clouds like wings
A wild abandoned fever you can't maintain
And a dream of dark and troubling things
Corneas copped out, neurons firing off
Standing before the gate of an oilslick rainbow
The colour dribbles out the end of the trough
As the timid townsfolk bar and bolt their windows
Mind saturation is my infatuation
The time has come and gone
The trains are filing out the station
And the policeman asks the tramp to please move on
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