The universe begins in light.
We clutch its bones, we twist and sway.
For us the sterile void of space,
Is all there is and all to be.
The emptiness within, without,
Is spinning, weightless, wordless, bleak,
A hollow home to hold our heads,
And birth our dreams, and leave our dead.
We step beyond the body’s shell,
Traverse the glimmered track of stars.
We trace our possibilities,
And raise our heads in wonderment.
We walk the stepping stones and sparks,
And drift forever through the dark.
response to the film and novel 2001: A Space Odyssey