(Gaia sips the drink of artificial red
carefully served by a flourescent sky


She swallows the light
only to throw up shadows minutes later
on a broken public toilet


Inside her
the neonism is fed until it burst with colour

unleashing the brightest shadow of all times

In the street

metallic streams wash the concrete shores
Gaia is wet and sick
but she doesn't care anymore


Hair sticks to her face as she screams
being absorbed by colours


Now she's the brightest one of all
but no one's there to see)


["The Total Orchestra" half]


a noise is released; high-pitched
voices, the rumbling of tin and
machines, devilish decibels


open my eyes, see what I expected; red
melted plastic, yellow neon, pompous sunset over Lucky Beach


when everything abates at last
the universal glue cements wrong

to true, keeps
the tongues in place
the weightlessness from life

the total orchestra concluded