I don’t believe in god, but I believe that god believes in me.
Oh hairless apes, do you realize that your ethereal spirits are casually speeding through empty places?
Gaze up at that majestical roof fretted with golden fire. In the seventh house, Luna smiles, Demons and sprites gleefully orbit Jupiter and Mars and Earth says “hello”.
Pedigreed unicorns, deities, minds empty as a vacuum, are tripping in outer space.
Through open eyes, clear as polished glass, they observe nothing, they see every thing.
In the house of rising sons, rainbow children dream of bodies walking in space. and souls swimming in Love.
Desert Dweller 