One day They’re blue Pulsing crests Maybe they're purple Grooving rivers They're rhythm Underground dance of life One day They’re connection Roads to the heart They’re branches Nourishing sap They’re vessel Sailing the body with no map One day They're under the skin Blood of silk, and blood of velvet My veins One day, they are And one day, they are not Eléonore Biezunski Brooklyn, July 22, 2021 (edited Aug 26, 2021) (photo credit: Tim Kopra, NASA)

We are tenants We are passing by Sacred waves and sacred rays Flow of singing voices That space can hold Sing for the living And sing for the dead Sing with the chirping root and the godly birds Sing with all your lungs Sing into the ground until your wave reaches the stars Sacred waves and sacred rays We are tenants We are passing by Eléonore Biezunski Brooklyn, July 21, 2021 (edited Aug 26, 2021)

Des milliardaires dans l’espace Ça nous fait une belle jambe S’envolant la bite en feu Avec la tune des laborieux Pendant qu’on crame, nous, ici bas Pendant que les eaux se déchaînent Eux, ils vont violer l’univers Comme ils ont violé la Terre « Ça r’froidira notre poubelle » C’est c’qu’ils disent à nos cervelles. « Ça r’froidira notre poubelle » C’est c’qu’ils disent à nos cervelles. Hubris, hubris, D’l’Amazonie à Maurice Hubris, hubris, Va falloir serrer la vis. Hubris, hub