Cosmic Notions On What Is Real

Somewhere out there

Cosmic Notions On What Is Real

Tubular wires, umbilical dreams seem real

Under electric dynamite when they explode

The horizon rises with five planets in sight

A place where days never end

There are so many small suns

Settings are impossible to comprehend

Orange ones follow red giants around

They all glow with such persistence

No one there to count the orbits

Of stranger objects coming into view

In space there is no place for error

One slight miscalculation will end

What was a fascinating invention

Of a mind stretched on a cord

To the limits of imagination

Of tubular wires dancing electric

Dreams so real you can touch them

As they explode with internal combustion

Torn emotions ripped apart by light

Umbilical cords on the cosmic ocean

So real you can reach the solid side

To feel how indifferent the universe really is

When landing softly on a foreign surface

The pulse vibrates with volcanic terrains

As oxygen runs out and the mask fogs up

Just as infinity takes its turn to come alive