Stars impolitely implode in ten million or more lines of binary code and I think they're doing *******.

They feed me oxygen only to bleed me of life,

The galaxies scatter me across a thousand Suns,

I have eyes that see quasars and lasers and
ten parsecs from here where vacuums unload.

In hyper space where we blend in with the face and the body follows behind
the universe unfolds with
worm holes that turn on the edge of a ring

never heard an Angel sing out there,
no heaven. no stairway,
I make it my way through the
colours that blind me,

the silk ties that bind me
find me again,

but
then there's always Karaoke
to choke me