TR-3C
19
Published 2024-02-10
With Southern Cross above me, I look into the sky
Waiting for some Aliens, just to drop on by
Cosmic consciousness alerts me, to CE5
Coverup concerns me, that Gaia stay alive.
I know the sky is infinite, with Milky Way and life
But time is running out, as we weaponise the night
Flying saucers, anti-grav, fill my dreams
TR-3C and spacetime warp, they are the things I need.
I want to hop upon that ship, and sail galactic seas
Slip through time in a flash, and feel God on my knees
That black triangle makes no sound, as I slip away
A bubble of light surrounds me, as my thoughts alone hold sway.
From point to point it takes no time, perhaps a single day
To leave my love behind me now, and reach the Milky Way
To Aldebaran and back again, I tell my blue-skinned friends
Down on Earth there's peace at last, and Gaia's on the mend.