Space Race To Nothing

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DarkFall: The Celestial Race I'm caught in a Square Axis rotating around the sun, Caught in the Earth's gravity like a moon, Concealed in a cavity or fissure of pressure Amidst gaseous assets, matter, and anti-matter. Carbonaceous chondrites splatter; I’m not uniform like a breccia. I’m unique and hold the secrets that will test and best ya. I’m living in the conglomerate of life and space, Running in a celestial race through the heavens— The suns, stars, and nebulas where life begins. The iron boiling in your blood was from a supernova; Light is self-sustained as it travels in its waves— Bend and bend, but never end, metaphysically and physically. Meteoroids turn to meteor, turn to meteorite amidst flight, Until they lose the fight and reach terminal velocity in DarkFall. Electromagnetically manipulated matter gets splattered abroad, Until it escapes the grasp of the magnetic forces, solar storms, Conductors, and insulators—the haters of space. Change pace and direction down the Path of Least Resistance. Like light, I’m physical, nuclear at heart, and self-persistent. Like the order of the solar system, I'm persistent on the rules: Cause and effect. The rules of thermodynamics complicate the dynamics; The rules of gravitational exertion become a matter of velocity. The rules of physics and observable science shatter like pitter-patter. Want to learn? Let’s get at 'er. Just know I’m not always gneiss; I’m cold as steel, hard as carbon. My carbon fingerprint is minute regardless—profound. The atmosphere warms all around, Creating mosquito swarms and drunken coeds in college dorms. Peer pressure. Light. Nuclear fusion ignites. Matters of the past reform in reprise as galaxies fall and re-rise. Every body relies on the other to control the flow of space. Galactic powers shift as stars transform and black holes die. Pressures changing course; light thwarts into the vacuum of space With no discourse or resistance, where its energy is displaced. Matter is absent in the void of existence, leaving just light in darkness. That’s life in a DarkFall. Surrounded by light in a cold void as your momentum stalls. Souls declined in a Dark Fall; Dark fallen, and my soul feels small— Like I was caught in the force of a black hole With an event horizon on the horizon. My horizon is shrooms; your agenda is doom. We come to Earth to escape poor choices, And because of those choices and voices, the Earth that turns now burns. So we terraform Mars to erase our scars of life from man on the lands. But what we can’t see is that we are the aliens—you and me. We are here for the same reason we are trying to currently achieve: To escape our history. It isn't a mystery why we find misery left and right; We ignore our God and fight and fight—a war of plight void of light. The darkness strikes like midnight assaults, Strategically planned by the camouflaged cult. They give you piss to drink and feed you salt—oh wait, that’s ice. Like the ice in the polar region, they’ve reached their last days; Hydrogen’s shifting into its gaseous stage. Like the diversity of life on earth and in water, Space is bound to have life as the path is unwound. Like a Movile Cave, we’ll find a new wave of existence— Whether it be sulfur-based life or a life as carbon. It doesn't really matter because it's all jargon; There’s a margin of error in everything and everyone. But probability dictates that after enough bad, you’ll find good. Like time and history, pedogenesis and flora Will turn us all into a mystery of matter as the last is to us. Our lives are just a moment and a short gust in the storm of life. Life's too short for war; Close the door on greed and stop breeding strife Before you’re serving life or death. The Internal Signal

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