Flashing meteors follow

comets climb in startling numbers,

and the saucers slip by upon the Milky Way.



Marking time, counting sheep on Venus,

stranded here in Ether

I couldn't get my feet into a windbreak today.



Pulling Faces and swopping places

grab the Bull by the horns

but still I seem to be torn

from the Plough I have

seen the Earth rise

and the Bear sailed away...



Correlating clusters

destination undecided

as the Virgan Voice cries "Proceed to Orion"



Lighting years with Aurora's Beacon

banished here for treason

they didn't give a reason for this sentence in space



Pulling Faces and swopping places

grab the Bull by the horns

but still I seem to be torn

from the Pole I have

seen the Crab rise

and the Fish flew away...



Pulling Faces in empty places

and now at last we're forewarned

and though the Bull's lost his horns -

After years trekking

through the Starglow,

It's the End of the Universe