What purity in the droplets of this ancient nectar
Of clarity vibrating on peculiar tunes, other, alien, interstellar!
What salve upon a burning man,
A transcendental unguent from the peripheral lands of consciousness
Suspended upon Nothingness.
Space whispers, the cosmos echoes with all its secrets.
The strange monuments are no more sinister
Than unusual faces carving history
For which hithertofore has been
Little to no recorded reference.