(A vision: your ghost Blowing up globes and tightening them off With an X axis esque C clamp And setting them down through the clouds Onto empty department store shelves Where they sit facing all sorts of islands Toward dead wee-hour isles
Has the Earth come Loose from it's galactic neck Beneath you Cut off above the clouds gone let go From the space around dropped down Done to the Sun system floor crooked, pearl of the one universe cleaved, fell rolling toward a corner of the cosmos in the blacked and quiet of come time
And you are all
Spring s at your back again Though this time rare with your clarity While patches of you thought whole Had turned up still made a tar of your woe And flesh where In
(Have you gone half dead and so am i)
Yet yet have you to let the worst most be As if it were atlas To your world of cope
And no one's out there, scared You'd set your eyes off on the ceiling All night in the dark Think of a song or maybe breasts Or missing body parts)
Without no gravity there is no atmosphere Without an atmosphere there is no chance in life Without a chance in life - I don't exist