No one cares
I am no-one
I feel the eyes are the gateway to the oneness
The voice the instrument of the cosmic chord
Nature the percussion of the planetary shuffle.
Humans are not of the planet but divine beings with a cosmic control
A body made for space travel and energy to power the black holes
Start your engines
The physical is the lowest common denominator
Shells to get lost in
Toys to tinker with under the lamp light
It’s time to recycle the toys back to Earth
And move through infinite light.
I can’t wait for all this meaning to get swallowed by the meaningless.