Here, Monolithic slicing has the edge;
Precision-cut as writ thus: One, Four, Nine
Too sharp for art, impossible to sketch;
Incisiveness makes space move around time.

Since forward-thinking processes took seed
-For matter always matters once applied-
Once travelling surpassed and broke light’s speed,
We broke all Universal laws prescribed.

And now unto the breach we go, dear friends,
Exploring all that’s hitherto unknown:
This Life up here, the stars from which we stem;
And death, our last bedfellow, down below.

It’s from this vantage point amongst the stars;
We see the reddest planet isn’t Mars.


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