A floating saucerful of secrets
The vast, last shade of the lamp, its metal head, thin white legs. Stardust from above, from underneath.
This lonely cloud floating in a rocky universe, this flying saucerful of secrets. Meeting on a timetable between a polarized planet and comets and asteroids with swimmer's tail.
An ark of Noahs and nobodies, pairing organic and inorganic, reasons and rubbish, means of love and martial arts.
A rescue boat crowded with all that humanity got left,
boundless opportunities for every individual answer an question.
We floating saucerful of secrets, standing on the top of toes,
with noses barely on surfaces. If we at least could be an unidentified flying object for someone to love or fear.
(sound track: Pink Floyd | A Saucerful Of Secrets) |
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