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The Boulder Station

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Boulder Station

And you are doomed to push the rock
Up the hill only to have it fall again
Kind of like vegas, or life, or poetry
When you lose your masterpiece
A million words drifting into the sea

But the game continues
For some this is heaven
Why not worry about something new
From one world of bleeding To another
history never was stain resistant

So whether you're in your own
Quicksand or drowning on the Titanic
There is only one way out
You have to pull the handle
Press the button and scream

Sure you will die... But you will
Die anyway, my fine fettered friend
And God sits there eating his supper
Waiting for us to move, a soap opera
Of epic proportions...an endless farce

It is easy to see where this is headed
Why God would put up with it is beyond me
Some predict he will change the channel
Others say she will read a book
Give the Gnostics another look

As for me, I've only lost a poem
And millions of dollars which
Are currency representing mystery
In God we trust it says And so when
the collectors call, I tell them to pray...

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