Too ponder deeply into the universal requires a taste of fire from the Phoenix when it has first struck a discord

As it explodes into life, engulfing the firmament of the light-less and immeasurable horizon, far and wide, above n below, forever

The frozen light of dawn captures their freezing shadows, like a tendril of smoke possessed by a Demon, slivers snake up into the sky

An enormous rushing gigantic wall of bubbles bursting into trumpets and horns, n angels singing about their superstitions.

What captivates us? What holds us? What of our ancient heart and ancient memories when no thing remains of the day 'crept the endless blight

Time its forlorn, for instant's instant insistence we cling here and have no joy, no gayness, no wonder here dust: benign n flagrant

As cold as the sea, an inky grey is not bright blue, but worse than black, and worse than the endless night is the toil in the dangerous pit

They point, the dawn, the dawn, and stare into the light of the golden son, before it dims and dies n disappears again for another 100 years

N there is no comfort in starlight for us, no superstition will ever enter our minds, N there is no warmth in these cold rocks n plastic

No thing is sacred crept our escape into the light from this, n the ineptitude and greed that brought us here, worse than idiots

Away now and back to huddle in the dark and hyperventilate on these damned apparatus like a badly made watery balloon floating like a

Ancients of Mu Mu, take vainglorious hope to your hear, walk on with hope in your heart n you will never walk alone, walk on, walk on

N there she stood with flowers in her air,

Pale faced like razor-light, gazing far away into the gloom, tears spilling from her milky eyes, n the ghosts of fake plastic roses around er

Fluorescent flowers all the colours of the rainbow streaming from her eyes

N if the golden sunlight could touch her here she would awake from this trance which is our Gladdening thoughts evading the near sightedness

Nothing we know is sacred, we know no thing has any no value, measured no unto infinity but no beyond? Alas, Yes?

Never trust a hipster or a hippie, N never listen to lies, because there is only one truth. N she forgets that moment of pain when she was

Possessed by sum ancient spirit, the black hole at the centre of the galaxy emitting a beautiful souls to inhabit her in an pure emotion

a moment of utter knowledge, a complete realization, to understand the ultimate true humane rational conclusion, to go beneath the mask

N understand the hopelessness of our infernal predicament here loop-id on sum fucking asteroid in the wastes and wilderness of space