3rd rock from the sun

Dead cities, a mass media mirage: a billboard, a diamond

Under warped emotion

Something wrong

People want something

Want some love

Want love of someone

To become

Become love of someone

To be a diamond

In the soft city

The centre city

Centre of every city

The diamond city

Covered deep in snow, an icicle,

A drop, a miracle, malleable

Emotion take me to-

One can’t do it alone

And there, at the centre of heaven

To find it! Uncover it, lo! To love it

As I love, as I could love, my naked spirit

In love

Beholding it, rarest miracle

If I could hold it, that diamond

That spirit for a minute I’d know it

To be loved

At the centre, the diamond

Of all I am, all that is, all I could know

I realise this: the city grows the more I know the diamond grows

The more I love the more it grows

The diamond love, grows, a diamond – love

And loves Realisation