by Nick Gisburne
The universe is boundless, some will say
But I just bought a ticket to the edge
The Shadow Ship will take us all the way
We fly to face infinity, they pledge
With paradox and promise on our plates
We spin towards unfathomable space
The wormhole-warping drive accelerates
To catch the curved continuum we chase
We skid along the shores of crooked time
Beholden to the vortex of the void
And as our engine coughs with cosmic grime
Appalling preconceptions are destroyed
The border of infinity! Behold!
It’s really dark, and really fucking cold
