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
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