Dripping peace, below me
Desert of, here
The nebula's no place for a young child.
The moon won't be so close forever.

Human wisdom, on the breeze
For a fact, look.
Know any good way to do anything?
Know if you'll pass the final exam?

Unlimited, they bloom
Solace stretching, up
Die pointing out a sign on a building.
Come back to life in another body.

Spiral of colour, visible
That dead drone, I love
Walk along a street with vines on the wires.
Watch someone use their hands and mouth.