I

The world, the flesh and the devil:
They are my constant companions.

I stare through an open window, and
Feel, in my heart, my creeping flesh,
As a bloated sun wallows in putrid clouds,
As the man next door slashes his wrists
And, somewhere, a dog throws a barking fit.

The world, the flesh and the devil
Are all there is...

I pass through an open door, and
Feel, in my mind, my creeping flesh,
As a withered moon sails a stormy sky,
As the women next door beats her kids,
And a starving cat claws at rubbish sacks.

This world (my world), this flesh (my flesh)
And the devil (is it me?), these
Are my place, my life – and my destiny.

II

Andromeda is blue and nearer now.

Spheres of light explode across the road.
We pass through every wavelength,
We endure every history
To reach the other side.
But what do we find?
Another world?
Same flesh?
Same devil?

Andromeda is blue and nearer now.