I saw a station sitting low below the afterlight
It's heart was perfectly appealing
In any instant noumenously writhing, serpentine
Advancing always, always spinning, spinning
Entwined below the serpentine
Confined in time just ticking minutes away
Hope glides, dancing slowly side to side
Answering only to fate, sweet fate
Uncharted millions sitting low below the conscious mind
Implanted there from the beginning.
In any instant noumenously writhing, serpentine
Advancing always, always spinning, spinning