Planet widenWe search the feckless fallennFor a human bridenTo satisfy our callingnTo appease the God insidenWith a counterpart so generous and kind.nnIt is suicidenAnd yet we carry forwardnWith no end in sightnThrough holocaust and horrornTo a world of living nightnWe leave the waking universe behind.nnTo our endsnIn defensenOf the empires of the mind.nnThrough the atom fieldsnThrough subatomic marshesnWithout sleep or mealsnThrough Saturn's climates harshestnPast the eels and iron wheelsnWho would seek to rend the quanta from our bone.nnWe'll bring smoke and steelnTo the ether and vibrationnAs we blindly feelnThrough her green imaginationnBut we'll wonder if it's realnAnd if we could really be so far from home.nnBut we'll fightnLest you mightnForever be alone.nn(Ruth, Violin? WTF RUTH.)nnAnd when all is donenOur generals shall assemblenUnderneath their sunnTo construct a living templenAs a beacon to the onenWhose nervous system circulates our lore.nnAnd then home we'll comenWith all our bells and spoilsnBanging victory drumsnTo celebrate our toilsnAnd we'll know our war is won.nThough to her we'll seem a dream and nothing more.nnBut it's sonAnd she'll always know deep downnThat she is yours.