March: Year-day 74

           
                                              
                                        
March: Year-day 74

Starships to Andromeda.  Warps of time.
Wherever there is emptiness, we fill
and fill.  Even black holes will learn the chill
of our intrusions.  Creatures/ so sublime,
we suck a planet dead with such deft tongues,
swarming through its airs, it's hardly awake
by the hour we've swallowed enough to slake
the top of our thirst, collapsing its lungs.

"Bless us" we ask an eternalized God
to bolster our mad insecurity,
the fuel of our power, the reason no
sensible reason is needed to prod
our devastations of this deep orbed sea,
this Eden of the fish of fiery snow.

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