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Here in the vast sunless void

On the outer rim of the sphere of Sol

With but dust and the odd asteroid for company

We alighted aeons ago

“The Old Ones were

The Old Ones are

And the Old Ones shall be

Not in the spaces we know, but between them

They walk serene and primal

Undimensional and to us unseen”

(- HPL)

When on Earth single cells but bungled

Our spores escaped on a young star’s scattering clouds

Consigned to mere remote fungal puppetry

From our frigid refuge, in perpetuity endowed

Nodes of fungous entanglement

Traversing the chasm

That bodes mortality among us

And our life-giving plasm

We, the agents of permanence

We, the guardians of sentience

But what is this now…?

Flung

Like spidery crumbs

Machines have come

From the Oort Cloud

We watched the monkeys come and go

Saw the Star Spawn passing

But these… these will change everything