Offspring! to all of creation.
A child! of your own constellation.
In the universe's own desperation,
to define a single location!
Along the dismount of concentration.
The ever growing degradation.
Bound only by your imagination.
So stand up!
And be, it’s salvation.

Adrift asleep,
Among the stars,
Existence arrives,
As it discards,
Flickers of light,
Rush right past,
The cosmic giant,
Slumbers so fast.

God is dead, and my world is so much bigger.
God is dead, and my life is so much smaller.
God is dead, and I am alone for ever.