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I look into heaven.
Stoned out after seven.
On my back alone.
All the stars shone.
All is your presence GOD.
My back upon dirt sod.
Why a spaceship wonder ?
That is mans simple blunder.
Who knows out in space.
We are your human race.
Energy matter to create.
Our souls inside its place.
We should worship you.
An alien from space true.
Looking out into deep space.
Only your size has place.
We look for flying saucers.
Images cloud our minds face.
GOD - you come from outter space.
from my poem book DREAMS 3
