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Cosmic Dust by Gerald Sweet, 1974 

Inner space, The mystic’s lair.
To the rational mind, An abstract snare.
Created thought, Put to the test.
The way today, The cosmic quest.

 Beyond the dots, We’re running wild.
Stars and money, Control our style.
Infinite thought, In a finite mind.
The controller of the cosmos, Left behind.

Above the clouds, We fly so high.
Soaring egos, Metallic pride.
Burning hearts, Aimed toward the stars.
The cosmic light, We’ve gone too far. 

Creation screams, We turn away.
Our thoughts perverted, Our minds decayed.
We love and hate, And beg and cuss.
But we must return, To the cosmic dust.