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Growth Factor



Growth Factor

Ebb and flow
Ebb and flow
From where we come
To where we go
What we must know
Stop or grow
Consciousness
The Universe is strung out
On a concerto
With violins, harps and guitars
Of a mind blow
Or a lawn mow
And a toe to tow
As we reap what we sew
It has me in stitches
In time I wonder
Regarding our human blunder
How thoughts stow
What could be avoided
A pending disaster
If we can't hear ourselves
Then let's listen to the Master
Track
Ebb and flow
Ebb and flow
What we must know
For once we are there
You can't take it back
We don't need the flak
Jacket
Just an order for peace
Bracket
Then we can rhyme in time
Where you can take yours
And I'll get mine
As the slope of decline
Is toward us

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