In the ion silvered cloud

Afloat amidst the stars is the shrouded shade cast from afar
Uncontained, unexplained, destroyer of the gravity laws

Far beyond the covert dark
The ghost rays converge
Distorted to a lambent arc
Arcane shapes emerge
(In the nebula)

It grows in the cold, in dimensions not for us to behold
To dilate, self-inflate, bask in creation’s afterglow

At countless blackened spaces
We gaze back in time
Ancient wayward haze
Counting down our days