Stranded motion
Stray thoughts in the dark
You’re comatose
I remember looking out
Power in your eye
Blue and green and brown and silver
Such a rhythm with radio waves
You’re an open book
An astro-child
So spiritual
Exploding in my mind
You cannot be bored
And your sights are clear
You’re a sculpture of
The sounds you hear
You’re a light that leaks
The temple glow
You’re a satellite
All orange gold