Shooting stars for luck
Tiny fire braille heralds truth
Yet always: falling.
Shooting stars for luck
Tiny fire braille heralds truth
Yet always: falling.
Nothing looms as nothing,
Ever blazing in the all-celestial plain
These firewrought havens stretched
Unbidden and unknown
Timeless destiny manifest
Such limitless bounty
Bears more than all the stars
In heaven’s listless choir—
No man might yet know life
That could ever see its end.
These torches light the path
Unto technological
Ascension.