Last Outpost Of The Space City

Look who’s rolling up here
in one of many space cities f r e e
the cages removed the cages of Time & Space
washed from his hands
and the fence rolled up into the arena
he has a big planet around his foot / peaceful music out of his lungs


Mi-chael roll the ball a-head!

Mi-chael’s ball is a mu-sic ball

recently risen above the horizon filled with warm blood


vivid red and heavy he pats Buddha on the crown
the last outpost of the space city this
gilt enlightened Buddha head
extinguished inside and empty echoing
from metal


a vivid red heavy full moon
above the water tower


the water tower erected in 1900
in the shape of a medieval castle’s corner tower
out of use now
with muddy passages to different districts left beneath the surface
a beautiful decoration in floodlights
on its hill at the horizon out east


how fast he moves the thirsty one / along the skyline
over the interrogation rooms of the police headquarters downtown
towards the founder of the secret society
who’s got a black pointed hood before his face
with holes for his eyes shining yellow in the dark


then he goes behind the back of a war god from the great power period
a dark petrified body whose single Woden eye is shining as well
blindly showing the cycle of time at the level of the Buddha moon
which is (that’s) rolling on over the ridge before rising


a high note above the Northern hemisphere the soul circulating in its orbit
can’t back but return after a round


the whole turn round acrobat
hanging in the hollow of the knees
the whole turn round full moon
above the lifting cranes