the one

you deserve the shine of one single star among the infinite swirling darkness of the universe. and that shine is your own... and you're destined to shine effortlessly and beautifully. and then the universe will be yours, at your feet... surrendered by your light.

this is what you're meant to be for all eternity.

the shine

you are a star and the universe belongs to you
your shine is the most precious thing it holds
you lovingly rearrange its powers at your will
you are a single stroke of light in a sea of darkness

you look so fragile and cold
so blue and isolated
but you are grand and infinite

you are a star and therefore the universe is yours
you are its king and its master

you look so feeble and weak
so blue and alone
but you are great and endless

your sheer presence is enough for you to give meaning to the meaningless
your shine is the sole thing which gives significance to the insignificant
you do it so effortlessly

the universe has no choice but to surrender
the whole universe revolves around a single stroke of light
one dark giant who has succumbed to a single stroke of light
a big ball of blackness who has fallen for a single stroke of light

the deceiving star

the cold glow you send to the world is so old

the aging cosmonaut

somewhere in the ussr there is a cosmonaut
who no longer believes
that we can thrive through the universe

somewhere inside this aging cosmonaut
his once-everlasting beliefs
no longer thrive when he looks at the universe

all he sees is a mass of energy
aimlessly aimed at anything
no point and no direction

all he sees is a cluster of light and dust
planets and stars he no longer trusts
no point and no direction

and the cosmonaut has never ridden his powerful rockets
ever since
and the cosmonaut has kept his hands inside his pockets
ever since

somewhere in the ussr there is a cosmonaut
who is thinking about how his life has been a waste
and thinking about how everything has been a mistake
and about how the skies could be so ordinary and fake

somewhere in the ussr there is a cosmonaut
roaming in the streets desolated and distraught
roaming aimlessly
no point and no direction

strings of the universe

the background noise of all the scissors cutting it up
the overwhelming travelling lights
the big balls of sun bathing us in blindness

no one saw the dismantling of space

now there are only big clusters of stars
roaming endlessly
now there are only fast beams of light
travelling ceaselessly

from one nowhere to another

the soft background noise of the knives cutting it open
the overwhelmingly fleeting lights
the big balls of sun bathing us in blindness

no one saw the breaking of space

now planets influence no more
constellations don't guide anymore
there is nothing to be appreciated, there is no design

everything has been reduced to small pieces
that fate has blown and scattered
everything is broken and shattered

no one saw the dismantling of space

and now we see it for what it really is
these new arrangements and the revelations it brings
the universe reduced to a bunch of colored strings

and they're being cut one by one

but no one cares about the breaking of space
no one will ever care
it's their flat regular stare
to everyone things remain the same

but to me it's a hard feeling to tame
now i look up and i don't even know my name
and worst of all, i have no one else to blame

no one saw the dismantling of space
but me

charon

far from the sun
i can't see its light or feel its heat
it has dissipated millions of miles behind us
there are too many jealous planets to feed
the gas giants want it all

and all there is left for us are the scraps
scarce and faint rays of light

among the misery pluto nourishes for itself
among all the solitude pluto feels for itself

there i am

i am the sole body which accompanies this lonely planet
i am the love and devotion which binds us together

i found the one where there only could be one
in this underworld i found the ruler of emptiness
the god of the underworld in his reign of loneliness

we can only survive as one
we can only endure this freezing isolation if
we can embrace each other as one

i am charon and i love the dwellers of the deep
i am charon and i love the bearers of coldness and grief

signalled

lights and sound and earthquakes
little revolutions
the world spinning willingly
counterclockwise
little revolutions
lights and sounds from the future
reverberated through
signalling
little revolutions
there are light and sounds and little earthquakes

pieces of land floating around wind and mist
little pieces of gods
little peace of gods
little revolution going willingly
counterclockwise
do you behold this world future woos?
do you see beauty in all of it too?

it has been signalled
it is pure nothingness
desguised as just simple incompleteness

lights and sound and earthquakes
little revolutions
water swirling in itself endlessly
on a hunger strike for a million years
soaking wet drowning on its own tears
it wants to swallow it all

it has been signalled
stars fading and dropping like flies
the whole sky wants to and it dies
eventful shit disguised as stellar showers
fateful shit desguised and the god's unrequited show of powers

lights and sounds and earthquakes
do you behol this world future sells?
do you see beauty in it as well?