… out into outer space,
where the view is always magnificent –
nothing but the best death for you, baby -
Ignorance and arrogance are walking hand-in-hand, taking care on the stepping-stones.
All around us, people were
watching it in living-rooms
full of television moon-glow
If everyone had really cared, we could all be easy-going, but now I’m getting old and scared…
I know you can see a piece of it. It’s not moving now but you can hear it breathing.
My armour wasn’t any good -
he’d always find my weakness.
We say to ourselves,
“How could I ever have
been so naive?”
… a sparkling landscape overcome with an embroidery of black flowers and dwindling death, which only annoys the evergreens…