More.
Ever More.
Endless Stimulation,
Tickling My Deformed Brain –
Such Strange Chemistries!
Awareness far beyond Elizabeth’s England.
Looking to stars,
Until we went mad in trying.
Solar Fusion,
Finite Matter & Energy –
Of Our Universe.
Trillions Upon Trillions Of Years From Now.
Finally Beat You.
“Pray you no more of this, ’tis like the howling of Irish wolves against the moon.”
