Are we adrift

Are we adrift

In a boundless sea

Traversing the inevitable

Asleep at the tiller

Floating on solar winds

Blindly travelling

Lost, navigating

An expanding cosmos

Is there any motivation

To counter the continuous

Current of progress

Toward universal collapse

Sinking with the ship

All hands lost

To space

There is a cache of silence

It screams in dead places

Vacuum packed

So little atmosphere

There is no laugh

To cry

No shame in

Saying goodbye

To a starless sky

Wiped clean

Of mistakes

Sterilised in search

Of pure mathematics

When time was a constant

Source of meaning

Forever a concept

Beyond understanding

And the passage

Of the planets

Was a symphony

Of geometric progression

Approaching infinity.