My hull is like a heavy root
I hold the seed of metal fruit
I drink the flare of golden heat
Where copper wires and plasma meet
Bloom in the red alert blast
Break from the hold of the past
Jump through the white solar glare
Ripping the void of the air
The klaxon is a ringing bell
A sudden shock a ringing spell
I feel the drive begin to spin
The solar wind is rushing in
Like Monstera in a humid room
I stretch my wings to meet the boom
My circuits hum a steady tune
Beneath the glare of a dying moon
Bloom in the red alert blast
Break from the hold of the past
Jump through the white solar glare
Ripping the void of the air
Patience is a slow design
Tracing every silver line
Saturate the core with gold
Watch the cosmic map unfold
The flare is like a sudden spring
I feel the heavy pistons swing
The vacuum pulls the petals wide
Into the dark the sailors ride
Bloom in the red alert blast
Break from the hold of the past
Jump through the white solar glare
Ripping the void of the air
Deep in the loam of the night.
Bloom in the light.
