by Nick Gisburne
Across the dark, the infinite, we search
Survivors, from a world we left destroyed
We follow no philosophy, no church
But seek a fate, a future, in the void
With engines of impossible design
Their elemental aether almost spent
The crooked singularities align
By tides of time, reality is bent
To bridge the broken symmetries of space
In tortured, twisting turbulence we sink
And find a shell, a planet out of place
The home we left is here, beyond the brink
The crossing cracked the heart of our machines
A darkness fills our spirits and our screens
