And if God is dead what am I?
And if Warhol's a genius, what am I?
A speck of lint on the penis of an alien
Dark rage sad white rain hate anger
Hurtling to earth
Trust night rage rain white hope dark
Sacred sun time trust hurt rage anger
And if a bird can speak, who once was a dinosaur
Love empty time sun hurt trust peace
Rain white light
Sad white rain sun anger hurt soft
A fleck of dirt on the wing of a fly
Passion joy black light
Joy ache empty day pain die love
And a dog can dream, should it be implausible
That a man might supervise?
Through a hole in the sky
The construction of light
Joy black day hate beauty die life
Time sun hurt trust peace dark rage
Pain day sky beauty die black joy
The construction of light
Beneath the sands of Venus
Buried in gelatin
