Perhaps the great error is believing we're alone, That the others have come and gone—a momentary blip— When all along, space might be choc-full of traffic, Bursting at the seams with energy we neither feel Nor see, flush against us, living, dying, deciding.


Life on Mars. My God, It's Full of Stars, st. 3


Perhaps the great error is believing we're alone, That the others have come and gone—a momentary blip— When all along, space might be choc-full...

Perhaps the great error is believing we're alone, That the others have come and gone—a momentary blip— When all along, space might be choc-full...

Perhaps the great error is believing we're alone, That the others have come and gone—a momentary blip— When all along, space might be choc-full...

Perhaps the great error is believing we're alone, That the others have come and gone—a momentary blip— When all along, space might be choc-full...