Brant Bjork, '73

A flippin' coin thru spAce'n timE
vɪ'lɔsɪtɪ n0 enD
a fizzin' fizzling desert day
in emptiness unbent

I used to climb the higher cliffs
and jump from time to time
the sun stays melting ice runs stiff
'n singing humming silently
I'm passin' rhymin' by

My eye's an eye
My toetip ties
My body to the ground
My mind is floating steadily
in songs and thoughts unsound

I'm eating skylight –
day and night
keep flipping
wrong and right

In daylight lit
the blinking truth
who am I to deny
a lazy lizard's kids run wild
who am I to belie

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