Imagine waking up for the first time
On the shores of some distant planet
And seeing nothing
But hearing the calm, dull echo
Like a seashell
Soft steps onto rough, untouched sand
Slow, cerulean blue
Atmospheric density
Detached from humanity
Long northern days
Deep southern nights
Silver into shards
Crater in my heart
So, contemplate
Everything has changed
Children of the stars
We are who we are