Cosmic water, depths unfathomed Before death, the windless breath, breathes life
The unlight, enclosed in nothing; stretch the void, above as below The gods follow creation, so no one….no one knows
Do not go gentle to that end From the dimension where Magma Maiden was lost The noble power of dreams returns again Push back too far to the unborn source Explore black hole lore and seek the righteous claim to ascend
Until now, afflicted with misery, this shell within which, confined to be From the tether of experiment , the triumph of inevitable chance Making sense of the cold dark by inventing purpose as a warm glow
Ex Nihilo; ultimately, the Immortalist
Preserving existence forever Yet death, a certainty, even for the Übermensch The meaning of the earth traced to a primal seed Ad nihilum: thrown precaution to the winds?