Oh, what a fitting reply
When questions asked I
Clangers, he says, to my moon and baboon
We should be in touch again quite soon
His matrix and my matrix, though different constructions
In common they come to similar deductions
We meet on the waves of thermodynamics
Art, music, poetry, state economics
Mimpromtu from BBC Newsnight Blog
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day’s divinity
First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Words by Jim Morrison