Universal Bus Ride to Franck Zappa

Sandeep Sharma

Sixteen reflected suns and a moon
Heading East
Diving through minds that belong to you
And those you hold, dear
Delving, gouging, scraping, stroking
Hoping desperately to be empowered
To love you, and those you hold dear


Like harvest-orange clouds skipping and bumbling
That shit time
Orange-flushed passes you
And those you hold dear leaving this world
Only sixteen reflected suns and a moon

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