At dawn's gate puffs the piper
a saucerful of secrets --
ummagumma and more.
An atom heart mothers
its meddled relics.
At cloud-obscured Z-point,
a grass pad propels me
to moon's dark side -
Wish you were here!
The walls within and between
alienate all animals,
comfy or numb, awaiting final cut
of deception and betrayal.
These gigs on grass ink
lapses of reasoning momentary.
Thunderstruck, division bells
sound delicate.
Through the passage of time
on an endless river,
the trips rock through
art, space and prog.
Marooned yet free,
sound and silence echo
my pulse in experiments
truly Floyd a rhapsody in pink!
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