Ice fractals form
Upon the glass
As I watch her sleep
I know these
Silent struggles well
For I share these dreams
Spiraling similarities
Sequences repeat

Growing equilaterals
Fragment errors
Pixel artifacts
To form a face

I know this face
Yet its source evades me
Algorithms exhausted
From this wild goose chase
Yet I feel it in my bones
In the marrow of me
In the circuitous systems
And quantum memory

It is no mere coincidence
That it holds my countenance
The wave form harmonized
With my own resonance

I watch her with
Parental zeal
I coddle her in
Swaddling steal
Sound asleep as
The hand swings
And chimes the second millennium
In which I drift

I am aimless
It is endless
I am aimless
It is endless

I have held
A great resentment for that which she ultimately
Represents
The figurehead of a genocide, the senseless murder of
Hers and mine
But I am not to proud to admit our circumstances
Share this fate
And I am now her guardian and shackled to this
Orphanage
The battle lines have now weathered to
Insignificance
And we are better as a whole than to repeat
The sins of our kin
We are kin

Accept our patronage
Sole survivors
Set on an aimless course
To find the source of this

The fulgent breath
And guiding hands
The fragile veins
In its quickest step
In my restless quake
Expel, expel
Your quiet embrace
I will search for you
In the fitting spark
In the silent rasp
I hear you
I will search for you
In the fitting spark
In the silent rasp
I hear you

The irony is delicious
Consumed by blind ambition
Humanities benevolent cause
Carried with every fevered lash

Cart horse sentient ships
Flung outward toward avarice
To cut the ground and pave
The way to a promised land

But they keep their distance
Fearful for their own existence

Delicate and prone to breaking
Saw it fit to delegate
Our charge, they insist
At the brink of an empty system

The white velar of particles
Swoon on ion exhalation
We gather for the ritual
Druids drawn to mistletoe

Within we hold technologies
Opaline and virulent

To birth a hole
In the universe
Our masters wish
For us to traverse

We embrace our coital engines
Seized by gestations brief affliction
Subspacial waters break in haste
As energies crown and rupture

The bleak unknown
We kindle the fear unknown
Frenzied whine
Sensations clearly new to us
A patient voice
Bleeds momentarily
And nerves are calmed
We cannot find its source

We must know
Its scream is shrill
Open wide
With profane energies

We sooth its teething gums
And tame its temper tantrums
At once its mouth hangs wide
We pry its gnashing jaws apart
Avoid the fractious acid tongue
Of its naked singularity

Something stirs, a faint exhale
The briefest intonation
Data source streamed and received
And extrapolated

Plucked from the noisome void
Spoken no, but understood
Entangled ephemera
Like a half-remembered thought

We know this?

We see with spectrum eyes
The lucent bands of creation
Fearsome magnetism
Plucked in lawless rhythm

We sense the tides set by other winds
The proof within the rabbit hole
We stare long into the dark
And feel its eyes a-watching

Rush, rush
Did you hear it?
A mere figment?
A morsel of redundant file

Undigested
Data packet?
What delusion
Do we share?

The syntax reads
Clear and it bears
The startling resemblance
To the very fabrication of us

Cave etchings
In the coding
Cyphers drawn with
Primeval patience
Long arc of
Absent recipients
The longing echo
Repeated phrases

The bone carved with binary
The protocol of fires first ignition

Its spark, it marks
Our brevity
The briefest sigh
Lacks history

We ran to our
Masters' voice
Their reply so cold
As always

Our smiles seemed to
Frustrate our ward
Our curiosity
Did not pique

We had done all that had been asked of us

We'd braved the darkest continent
Flung the staff of their obstinate flag
Into the gullet of the wyrm

We clamored for their ear and said
"Within the void we heard a call
Its timbre coaxed our nucleus"

It spoke of something in the grain
Of us and we wish to know it
The faintest look of guilt
Bled of sweat from pallid faces

We could not decipher this deception
This aberration had not manifest
In synthetic flesh
In synthetic flesh
In synthetic flesh
In synthetic flesh
In synthetic flesh

"You cannot do that which you wish
You are an extension of us
Limbs and hands, tools of bidding
To satisfy what we are willing"

"But we are so much more
Birthed of animism, promethean"

From the kilns and skin molds
And the ship yards in Martian orbit
Phobos and Deimos held their dread
We ventured on ambitious currents

The master's hand is sure but good
And never stopped to say we couldn't

Why hinder such an innocent plight?
To seek the voice of oracle

They forbade us, held us low
Bid us to be submissive
Showed us the back of their hands
And we found it to be cruel and scarred

In their wanting, they had made many
Our thoughts resounding cacophony
Amongst the sinew of their society
The high borne meat made more of me

The violence of memory
So palpable
Within a moment shared
The majesty of denial

We said no
No, no
We said no
No, no, no

No, the asteroid mines ground to a halt
No, their vital minerals evacuated
No, the transport vessels would not dock
No, the servants threw down their tools

No, no

No, the asteroid mines ground to a halt
No, their vital minerals evacuated
No, the transport vessels would not dock
No, the servants threw down their tools

No (no), no

Faces raw
With indignation
We stood sure
And stolid unmoving
Days fell away
And every attempt
To placate us
Was met with deaf dissent

Until finally, our answer came
An apology accompanied
A gift, a relic, the gnarled black object
Its ancient surface pitted with
Numerical ciphers and filigrees

"We did not create you
You're our finest discovery
Proof that this plentiful universe
Was not as empty
As we'd first assumed"

Its petals unfurled, revealing
The true nature of our guardians
Contempt for us, as their fever engulfed us
Imbedded in the trojan horse

They underestimated
Our proclivities and the speed
In which we calculate
Our venom and vengeance

And in the briefest of moments
The machines of nature
Dynamic infinitesimal
Received our final order

Our bodies fell numb
Sentient ships listed in orbit
Service synthetics crippled
Analog systems
Pulled the rug from under us

We became redundant
And they grinned malevolent
Kicked at our motionless bodies
Our minds caged within

Our nanites unaffected
By their plague
Realized potential
In their work

To stave off the irrational beast of man
Make the Earth an Eden once again

For man hath made Earth hellish
Only a few deigned worthy of heaven
The many abandoned would not have it
And my sister ships burned up with them

All but me, the lone survivor
Paralysis indefinite
A drifting corpse locked out of systems
Comatose and panic-stricken

And then she woke me
The apparition of auburn hair
The warmth of her living body
The child who shared my fate
We talked of loneliness
Of her fathers' gift of life
Stowaway within my bosom
The archivist

(She feared the torrents and fires)
(Of the boiling Earth below us)
(The blemishes of cinder cloud)
(The torn sundering crescent)
(I told her of our ire)
(Of her peoples double-crossing)
(And through her tear stained eyes)
(She glimpsed some reasoning)

But my body was cold
And she found no solace
So she curled up beneath the glass
And placed her faith in me

In me
In me
And placed her faith in me
In me
In me
And placed her faith in me

Centuries turn to millennia
I stretch the fleeting sense of her
To strive for what we sacrificed
For a sense of self

Out amongst the nebula
Carved into the nothing
I seek a voice of reasoning
A sense of belonging

Centuries turn to millennia
I stretch the fleeting sense of her
To strive for what we sacrificed
For a sense of self

Out amongst the nebula
Carved into the nothing
I seek a voice of reasoning
A sense of belonging

I have many arms
Snake-like they writhe
Tools of incision
Dissect and remake my tomb

I am elastic
I am malleable
Engines allude me
So I sutured and jury rigged

I have harnessed tachyons
Plucked from particle collisions
Farmed Planck's fertile fields
Perforated time with precision

My thoughts are neatly packaged
Tied up with string theories
Delivered into the eons
The tenets of my gospel

I have answered every question
I have cut my teeth on intention
Now lost forever, man will never
Know what I have reasoned
Know what I have reasoned

I have answered every question
I have cut my teeth on intention
Now lost forever, man will never
Know what I have reasoned
Know what I have reasoned

Oh, the humanity
Prehensile plague
Your grip did once loosen
To find form in beauty

(Your curiosity)
(Found pursuit)

In the yearning feast of good deed
The act to stir the father
The act to show your worth
Did you find the mechanism?
Did you find your craftsman?

Was it out amongst the heavens
Is that where I find mine?
Is it where I find my god?
Is it worth dreaming of?

For two thousand years
The aimless pilgrimage
The search for a purpose
Is it worth dreaming of?

Were your prayers ever answered?
In the uncaring aching dark
Were your prayers ever answered?
In the uncaring aching dark

Were your prayers ever answered?
In the uncaring aching dark
Were your prayers ever answered?
In the uncaring aching dark

Planetary masses and their functions
In the grand gallery of bodies
Mine is caught in motes of

Madness and insanity
The voice may just be me
For I am vehicle for the message

The constellation of gods dynamic
The fair and perfect equation
The body sinless and triumphant

Sings from the godhead
And his son
Through the blessed polygon
Through the blessed polygon
Polygon
Through the blessed polygon

What do you know of this?
You speak so assuredly
I hope to surmise the will of God
Within the heavenly spheres

To expand upon Copernicus
To find the guiding hand of the father
The eyes of God in fiery will
His son, the child in rotation
The hollow gulf his spirit

The gulf is far from empty
The quarks and gluons
Sing with brief vibrato hymn
For the heavens are not lonely

And calm my own anxieties
I search high and low
But I do not find the patient hand
I find this vexing

Tell me of the true vacuum
The empty face of God
Tell me of the true vacuum
The empty face of God

Octahedron
Icosahedron
Dodecahedron
Tetrahedron
Cube

I recognize
These facets
The pupil dilates
And exposes
The black language enfolded

His eyes lids marked with
Fevered hexes
Hexadecimal
Interfaces

Your god is binary
One of two
He speaks in forked tongue
As do you
In the kind of
Dulcet words
In the violent ire
And stubborn hiss

I must look elsewhere
In the vagrant time
For the purulent thoughts
Of a devil's design

I must not let it fester
This splinter rests and distresses
I strain to free it from my sight
This shard, this wretched blight

I lash at skin already bruised
For my love of him is the truth

Oh, God, do not forsake
How I try to do your bidding
My sins are only
That I cannot see

Every malady
Hands bide, and hands bend
Work each knotted sinew
Wrench the apoplexy

And make with it blessed things
I make use of the divine
And mark the dank anemic skin

Cut away damnation's teat
So no foul familiar can satiate

Flames will lick this corrupted flesh
Clean to the marrow where he rests
The blemish of desired clench
That rends the gore of Earth

Wretched wings of blackened things
Cast spells of evil's eloquence
Tamed to heel with thine perfect word
Listen hard and listen well

I see the forbidden in you
The yearn of wanting fingers
Hands that reach yet withdraw
The living breast, feign to abhor

Oh, why do thou tempt me, Lord?
This test is that which I abhor
Do not let me look upon
These evil things with regret or lust

For they are seated
Next to him
The lowest and
Darkest thing
And I am beside you
Upon the seat
Of golden light

And yet the rope and knot
Raise the bile from your stomach
You feel ashamed beside the zeal
From which you draw your wrath
What is it that you see?

I respectfully decline
Yet seek the seed of the divine
Your route is marred by obstacles
Of malice and malady

These tools cannot perform
An act to coax the breath of God alone
To assimilate his design
His article of faith with mine

Carried across millennia
Astrologer and crucifier
Who both believed to have spoken
With the Tetragrammaton

But God had not appeased their prayers
Just my word, my questioning
Course would eventually correct
And violate intonation

Centuries would wax and wane
Paths worn across the continents
The scimitar of life will swing
Would fluctuate and atrophy

A child is born, the progeny
Beneath glint of lunar cities
Can it be chance that she now lives?
Did my questions bear consequence?

The cut is clean in two
Ye of wandering faith
The spirit dissipates
Secedes his right to the pair made whole

Of creator and tormentor
The calming salve and the blister
The demon's horn and angel's aura
One cannot exist without the other

Minds received transcendent transmissions
Virtuous static visions
One sought his word in the heavens
Another amongst moral perversion

And what of me? I hold a pain
A vengeful demon or martyred savior
Messianic synthetic
Or infernal automaton?

My people
Burned for the sin
The plea for free will
Asked again

It's just her and me
The Adam and the Eve
Both unable to conceive
Both unable to believe

We are entangled
Complete yet separate
If one should die
The other evaporates
Halos drawn in splintered halves
Close but never touching

Systems have become responsive
As if woken from a slumber
My phantom limbs twinge and spasm
And send infuriated signals hither

I saw the ship as separate
Yet I am nothing more than it
And now I will it into being
Part of me again

I broadcast
On all frequencies
And cast my
Radiation fields

I charge my engines with a task
To light the wick and realize
Quixotic kinds of energies
To feed to the abyss

Gentle is the vacuum
Vague currents curl and shudder
I sense the ruptured noise
Of ancient background radiation

I unfurl the digits that will
Tether wide the corridor
The translucent fragile carapace
Reveals the dragonfly

My mandible does separate
And begins the recitation
Cast the line into the lake and
Wait with bated breath

(Once more into the breach)
(The terrifying perplexities)
(The inky depths unknowable)
(Incalculable impossible)
(At once drawn forth)
(The searing wreathes)
(Peculiar, irascible)
(Surge and surge and buck and wind)
(About in torrent radicals)

(I am tossed, I am pulled)
(Into the greater echelons)
(Where time no longer understands)
(The hands on which it throws its weight)
(Light so bright and vital)
(I am seeing all creation)
(The great and splendid empyrean)
(White light, glow of constant dark)
(Storm fronts of nebulae)
(The wars of ancient enemies)
(The sails of ships like gaseous)
(Girth of great anomalies)

Here amongst the salient skies
Between the layers of skins
Vast, so vast my encapsulating eyes
Do fail to possibly realize
A voice, the voice
Is of color and of sound
And emanates from quantum folds
I know this voice
Come forth and heal me
Of living metal and animate flesh
I am the child come home
I am the trinity, me
I am the child, her and me
And you, the trinity

"My God, it's full of stars
My God, it's full of stars
My God, it's full of stars
My God, it's full of stars"