ooking for god, and satisfying my curiosity Immense. And the quasars
Would carry me out to heaven
in Their purple and golden clouds and clusters
and There's no such thing as sound or direction. Only in or out
So show me the way to the edge of the universe
Where the quasars live
And at 4:32 on a Monday morning
gazing up from my trampoline,
I hear only the whispering
quasars Our little world to
"The Universe is Expanding" Are
and the crickets humming in agreement "
