Vacuum

Like Satyricon
Pantheon at war of the worlds,
Like a paragon
The galaxy of dreams we observe,
Through a hundred thousand years of light
A message to our globe,
Astronomy moves endlessly
Through eyes of the probe
On a starry night
Construction of a dream in a dream
From my satellite watching the scene
Like Satyricon
The matter of the cold in the dark,
Like a paragon
Our galaxy contracts at the heart,
Dance a million billion stars away,