Astronauts We Are
Astronauts are we:
Discovering the quantum coventry,
Floating around on wings that be Designed of man's futility. Sun of night: Sum of stark humanity's blight,
Mushroom cloud of blinding light
Maelstrom birth, our contusive flight.
Broken chains:
As we hurtled many moons away,
Bodies lost, of our poor outcast clay
Final proof, that mankind's gone astray.
