Lost It is Bigger and more incredible than the poet can imagine Spider web nebula dripping purple blood dust Twisting galaxies more numerous and ancient Than the mind can comprehend Storms rage on planets Millions and billions Of centuries away The scream of devil winds Are only a whisper on my ears The ancients payed tribute to golden suns Pulsing in the night sky Calling them holes in Gods floor Calling them angels Each star a heaven If they only knew of Red dwarf death soaking moons in heat Craters full of silence upon the edge of a meteor Negotiating through the black infinite Until they impact with force enough To split planets Fingers Of comets Blonde and blue trails through the void Sapphire moons reflect scarlet sunlight Obsidian asteroids circle a glass planet Phosphorus gysers shooting into orbit The living heavens Twisting about a central nucleus Balanced and growing Suns coming and going at a whim Super nova tantrums Are a flourescent brilliance God making fireworks Billions of planets Some dead and dry Scorched black by suns That are millions of times brighter than our own Maybe some planet On the edge of a small galaxy of no cosmic importance A young boy writes his own love poems To a girl who has no idea of his longings Planets untouched With golden seas filled with gigantic beasts That warm themselves on volcanoes Misty Jungles hanging with vines Maybe intelligent alien eyes open To the light of twenty suns rising Galaxy after shining galaxy in every shape imaginable With every planet imaginable Little neighborhoods With little streets Where tiny comets circle The same planets year after year Titanic hurricanes Raging vortex Tornadoes that can rip the crust of planets off And toss them into deeper space Yet...the United States says we need no space program Because we have more important matters Like taxes and guns and drugs and war White people are more important than black people My god is the real god You are wrong You are foolish You aren't good enough You don't deserve life I am right You are wrong I am right You are wrong
................................ For the rest of my life I could soar at the speed of light- And I would hardly break the golden bonds Of our lone-quiet-minuscule-spinning Milky Way
One millionth billionth of a millisecond on a Sunday morning- the flaming lips