Listen to the pulse of the music of the spheres. It’s pure and divine.
declassed energy far menace and close show a lost asteroid
thunder moon rats scurry for cover along the deck
Hurricane of stars milk of consciousness telluric mystery
If we flee the Milky Way we forget our immortality
Lips of mountains collecting mellow stars from the tree of life
On Mercury, we Sit under parasols, drink Cool, refreshing beer.
Dreaming of stars, among the constellations we fly by thought
but black holes absorb stellar matter the Cosmos’ production
MIDSUMMERNIGHT
Everything is possible, isn't it? Though the sun is trying so hard... The horizon is the limit.