The middle lane has trapped my car
in red-light claustrophobia.
I slip the shackles, cut the rope--
stand naked with a telescope
as the cat walks alone
under a big sky.
Against the dark so thin and white--
gonna be a big sky night.
Miss Galileo, come with me
and view the new Astronomy.
Black hole dressing on salad plate--
Quasar at the kissing gate.
Now the cat, he walks alone
under a big sky.
Umbrella dome pin-pricked in lights--
gonna be a big sky night.
My spectacles, my white lab coat--
my coffee, thermos and my notes.
I pat my pocket. I got the keys
to the secrets of the observatory.
And closing the door,
I feel a new dawn
as the darker slides align--
you to yours and me to mine.
And now you stand, assisting me--
I can touch what I can see, see, see.
I look in wonder, I feel no shame--
see the consequences of the game.
Expand my universe.
Head for the Big Bang.
Reach for my switch and shout--
gonna turn the big sky out.
There's got to be astronomy.
Astronomy
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