Shifting in the dark…
Yet the light is on
Is the dark light?
Or is this light dark?

Words both made by man
These two things are life
Neither has definition
Both are determined by the sun

There is no dark, or life
Only a process of constant space
Turning to the suns who hunger
And this world is meat

Soon enough, drawn within
This fire will soon devour
Not in this time or ours
Perhaps change will tell

Time is just a word as well
For this change is all it is
And our, our time is short
Yet the suns will live on…