Pinwheel Farm

There's a god in this space computer

There's a person in this space cocoon

There's a spirit in red defeating the holy

There's a trio of sailors flying past the moon

There's a left-handed man drifting in a probe

There's an astronaut gliding in an earlobe

There's a malfunctioned leader stuck on Mars

There's a determined machinist amidst the stars

There's a sacred yellow Judas in the jaws of life

There's a bloated bellow shooting from the tree of strife

There's a solitary soldier among the aliens

There's a black slab of faith between here and then

There's an eight-pointed star of architectural riddles

There's a cow, a spoon, a dog and a fiddle

There's a god at number two, a bird at number three

And there's always Jupiter to seem higher than thee

There's an eye full of molecules

There's an eye full of stars

There's a blind man full of loneliness

There's an empty void at large