Whirling on the winds, infinite
From origins unknown remaining
Sheathed in a blindness, condemned
To an eternity, such as this
Nomad of aeons, randomlessness
In so much, as nothing exists
At eighteen thousand miles per hour
Pieces of dark matter
Atomic, irrelevence
Colourless, immediacy
Freezing, isolation
Unearthly, desolation
Whirling on the winds, infinite
From origins unknown remaining
Sheathed in a blindness, condemned
To an eternity, such as this
Nomad of aeons, randomlessness
In so much, as nothing exists
At eighteen thousand miles per hour
Pieces of dark matter
Atomic, irrelevence
Colourless, immediacy