Hymnen :: Man Solo

It seems I lie back and gaze beyond the stars
spread like memories glimpsed from dying life,
where each simple bright could warm so many homes
which wakes the suicide I was denied.

I look round this peaceful, complex hull,
and emptiness beguiles like trying not to sleep.
I run away, away to my dreamless years in death,
before this Celeste revives me once again.

I am reawoken each tick-tocking century
to hear a new report saying much the same again.
I'm trapped in disappointment, in artificial birth,
this God rewinds my history, I'm repeatedly reborn.

Yet, as I am reconstructed, so we could inflame
some sterile globe boring round a sun,
infecting an unbirthed peace with life's chaotic charm.
I could contradict my people's stupid end.

image: poem



Technical Note
Machine Solo α
Man Solo
Machine Solo β

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