Bet. Put the pedal to the metal, dope
educate the masses, dix mages agitent
tranquillité, bet your bottom dollar
Pulse feels for the trigger, finger pulls back
undulating shock waves, a tsunami
throws us under the bus, puzzling gaps
The story creates holes to fill in lines
how many holes it takes to fill the hall
enter Albert having to count them all
Pedal our bikes uphill, past Newland House
enchanted by vinyl, Camel Records
dappled as we depress to decompress
as we ride into the sunset, the pier
left us hanging over the edge for years
Together we discovered treble clefs
old man Otey saw right through our thin skins
Today we read his obituary
how he lived to escape the boredom, beat
each drum in unison until we drop
Metalheads, hippies, mods, rockers, skinheads
enter the gates, never to leave the mind
tala ardha jaital, first raga, live
access the mind of imagination
leave the world a better place than we had
Duped by philosophy and rhetoric
ontology, ethics, metaphysics
politics, economics, poetics,
epistemology and aesthetics
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