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PEBBLES OF SAND
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SYD BARRETT AVENUE
Pebbles of sand fill
my time
as days
and nights
go passing by
It is an easy thing
to fall
to the plentiful
lies
we are sold
It is not so easy to try—
to try
to rise above
and see the true night; true day
Elements of loneliness echo
in my skull
your skull
everyone’s skull
The depression of the morning
on a cloudy day
no sun come
to give us light
shelter from the dark
Shelter denied us as
the violet trees
don’t fluoresce
in the dimly lit afternoon
False dreams are given us
and we accept
blindly unaware
Faded nightmares wear
and tear
in the desolate shopping center
Angels fall thru the clouds
Heavens begin
to collapse nothing
to believe in anymore
The dreams collide in the sky
clashing colors
in the sky
none to stand anymore
Hallowness pervades
our monetary gains
Endless desperation clouds
our lonely desperation
The end might come
it might end
our lives our dreams
Madison Avenue selling it
Yuppies buying it
junkies shooting it
criminals living it
and it is here
4-21-1986
