Transatlantic ∤ The Absolute Universe ∤ 2021

Window to another world, another galaxy. Storm deep Inside. Light on Darkness. Blackness in the White. Turn with the Wind. Deep into the Night. “Blackbird, blackbird – what have you done? Under the moon, old smoking gun

“The cities gather all the vultures of the night
Hungry for a little sweet to taste
You are right in it but somehow you are outside
Watching moles lay other souls to waste

It’s so revolting, either that or you’re amused
To see what those objects do out there
From out of boredom you partake but you’re confused
You’re not so great as you once thought you were”

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