Through the Hi-tech telescope-

the universe is flat

a skin of stars

an armour of light

there`s always a tap leaking

somewhere in the minds

imaginings

the spirits in another

time

bluebirds flying

in your sleep 

God plays piano

you singe your mind

with dreams

huddle your eyes to mine

through the hi-tech telescope the universe

is flat

just like

the planet

we love.