What of the stars were just asterisks

Painted by typewriters

Punched from a ribbon in a random fashion

Monkeys at the helm

Rooms full of the fuckers

All just banging away

Tap, tap, tap

Bang, bang, bang

Tap, tap, tap

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Bang, bang, bang

What if we meant nothing?

Empty husks with emotions

Just going through the motions

Pretending that we're something

What if we're just floating

Out on our own

Suspended in our own beliefs

But so, so far from home

And we're out there

Floating in the firmament

Little specks and dregs and crumbs

Brittle eggshells that we have become

Hunting for permanence

But we are as one

And that's more pertinent

Being amongst the sun

Bang, bang, bang

Tap, ta, tap, tap tap

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All vibrating together

All migrating to wherever

When the moment comes

And believe the moment always comes

And it might sound dumb to some

But that's what I think this week

And I can caveat that with I don't believe we'll ever meet

I think we leave our meat after

And return to the ether

Just atoms sort of jiggling about

But I don't know if that's accurate

It's an Epicurean idea that's out

What we have constitutes our abundance

And once we're done, we're done

Redundant

Monkey meet typewriter

Typewriter meet monkey

Bang, bang, bang

Tap, ta, tap, tap tap

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