I drink the light of distant spheres.
I hold the weight of lonely years.
My skin is silicon and black.
I wait for ships that won't come back.
Like *Monstera* in a plastic pot.
I crave the warmth that I have got.
I stretch my panels to the glare.
The void is thin and cold and bare.
Starlight gleaming on my face.
Drifting through this empty space.
Hold the spark and keep it tight.
Feed the hunger of the night.
Deep in the hull the water sleeps.
A steady rhythm that it keeps.
The soil is dry and turned to grey.
I watch the orbits slide away.
Starlight gleaming on my face.
Drifting through this empty space.
Hold the spark and keep it tight.
Feed the hunger of the night.
My circuits hum a low refrain.
I feel the pulse of solar rain.
No roots to sink in heavy loam.
This iron shell is all my home.
I count the pulses of the beam.
A frozen, electric kind of dream.
I map the stars by Latin names.
The vacuum plays its quiet games.
The carbon filter tastes of rust.
A million miles of cosmic dust.
I bloom in rays of violet blue.
Waiting for a signal true.
Starlight gleaming on my face.
Drifting through this empty space.
Hold the spark and keep it tight.
Feed the hunger of the night.
Glass and gold. Glass and gold.
Just keep the light.
Keep the light.
