What faint spinning wonders glow

Spiraled halls of dust and light

'Midst the Dance, the ebb and flow

Timeless vaults within the night

There the nameless races rise

Stepping from their churning seas

Beneath cataclysm skies

From the start the end foresees

Oh what dreams beneath that vault

Knowing time was not their friend

Made the glorious assault

Grasping heaven ere the end

Larry Newman 2014