.Of What Remains.

Taking turns discovering the cosmos.

I miss the sound of planets.

No reason for panic, all chaos is not tragic.

The percentage, the chance, the change, the creation of whats unmade.

Searching formulas, there is no end to that.

Altering equations, there is no problem with that.

Moving deduction among lunar seduction.

Another flaw in retribution, lets try this again.

Respectfully gaining on what is remaining.

Self description, our final distinction.

Returning infliction upon our extinction.