We are an ever-changing canvas,
a voyage
to distant planets and stars,
our minds like wires,
erected on this rock
rolling in space
catching transmissions
from the universe of all existence,
distortion, noise, visuals
of broken TVs,
they talk to us through
hypnotized hands holding brushes,
supreme alien control,
where did these space tunes belong?
Perhaps escaped a star’s massive gravity,
black hole radiation,
our saliva evaporating towards them
in our sleep,
we witness in our dreams
galactical, pulsating organisms
chained by fields of space dust,
swirling around each other,
amplifying the mantras of Eternity,
cosmic echoes resonating
inside our chests,
we are no rational beings,
mirroring the rituals of outer worldisms,
dancing around a common gravity field
our particles accelerate for the
Universal art-gallery,
naked molecule joy exhibition
manuscripts of living
every precious moments of our lives,
with it all in communion,
nurturing the warmth inside
our grand circle bonfire show,
let each and every soul transmit
the cosmic code
imprinted under their surface.
Be brave facing it all,
don’t struggle to control
what’s really you and really free,
really me and really free,
don’t struggle to control
what’s really you and really me,
cause we’re
an ever-changing canvas,
a rolling rock voyage
of the cosmic soul,
particles of a whole.

dedicated to David Bowie