When time’s cracked face will tick for us no more
At the exhaustion of our powers’ sources;
When deadline, duty, death, have ceased before
Our stolen eyes that once lit up our courses;
What new religion could replace this void,
We soulless populous of entities,
Mined out of our own our own minds, all but destroyed,
To zero down action’s infinities?
Where are you gods! Why’ve you abandoned us?
How is it that this statue’s godlike face
Feels, at my trembling touch, as cold as ice?
The more withdrawn the more these gods I chase!
Yet edging at my faithless leap awe springs,
Ascending, my descendent queens and kings.