Looking away from the screen, he felt a sense of calm.
Still, he felt the need to chuckle and say, "Love is everywhere and holds everything together. That's kind of corny isn't it Ziggy?"
She wasn't there.
"Ziggy? Starman?"
He was alone in the vast eternal Ocean with the Universe Sky above him. God, it was beautiful. God. Is this God? Is it made by God? God? What the hell? Hell... what is hell? Is hell what exists through that screen?
"Yes, in a manner of speaking," she answered his unspoken question.
He heard the words in two voices. Ziggy in one ear. Starman in the other.
"Yes, hell is there in life. But hell also exists here until you finish your book and close the pages on your mistakes and your pain. You have to leave all the poisons and infections behind, as it were. Then you'll know that a true heaven exists here in the Ocean."
These words echoed in his head and raised the one question he feared to ask. "Will I live forever?"
After a long pause, the voices said…
"Yes... as long as you are remembered..."
Burning Car (Memory of Me)
From where I stand
I can't see the other side
There is no addition when you only divide
When we forget how to be
More than all that we are
Might as well drive off of a bridge in a burning car
The moon is in the sky this morning
The fire on my skin is learning
While I've just become a memory of me
The streets are filled with dirty raining
The sunlight does its mighty shaming
While I've just become a memory of me... memory of me
If I push you away
And I say it with love
Does it feel any less, any less like a shove
If I flip-off the wind
And dine on the dust
Is forgiveness found here beneath the rust?
The moon is in the sky this morning
The fire on my skin is learning
While I just become a memory of me
The streets are filled with dirty raining
The sunlight does its mighty shaming
While I've just become a memory of me...
Nothing causes nothing to be
And I can't convince you to see
On this final flight of what I used to be
The moon is in the sky this morning
The fire on my skin is learning
While I've just become a memory of me
The streets are filled with dirty raining
The sunlight does its mighty shaming
While I've just become a memory of me...
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