When I see a swallow's wing
I think of Helliconia Spring
From a hole a Morlock creeps
And by a pool a Yahoo sleeps.
Jerry Cornelius, rides again
A hero amongst common men.
Rented-a-tent, Rented-a-tent
There's aliens crawling in through the vent.
It's life Jim, but not as we know it.
Give me warp and try not to blow it.
The worm-hole's closing now we're doomed
In Veils of Azlaroc - marooned.
I see the stargate shimmer there
Where the heat meets the air
I smile and wonder at the minds
That built these worlds for human kind.
The Arthur Seas and Asimov hills
It would be dull without such thrills.
Imaginations rich and bright -
But L Ron Hubbard? - Pile of shite!
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