It rained
long...
He wasn't a man
of that he was glad...
He decided to rest on the moon and observe man
there was no TV...
He found a new use for his hands
he tore a slice from the atmosphere...
God had taken notice of his whereabouts
he was all powerful now...
Hiding in a wall in somebody else's mind
he observed the emotion that they called 'love...
Sitting on a hill
naked and proud...
Just before he fell,
(after a kick from God...
After many moons had passed
many suns burnt his earlobes...
When he sleeps, he sleeps for decades
away from here physically...
(He sang a song)
O tower...
Laying ponderously, arms spread wide
in a field crushing flowers...