Well the lush separation unfolds you –
and the products of wealth
push you along on the bow wave
of the spiritless undying selves.
And you press on God’s waiter your last dime –
as he hands you the bill.
And you spin in the slipstream –
timeless — unreasoning –
paddle right out of the mess.

- Tull

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