Devoid, or: Two Hundred Billion Stars, Five Thousand Migrants and One High-Velocity Cryogenic Storage Facility
Alter Locus, track 3
we are drifting
drifting through the void
with nothing to avoid
devoid
we sleep
frozen both in temperature and time as we ascend
the arm that we extend
pyrrha may be hostile or unkind
opposed to what we've left behind
but we will fight what comes our way
for we intend to stay