Lux - Kardashev

Wake!

This is silence and silence is still!

Blossomed fist!

O, altruist!

I am immortal, I am Dead

I have everything, I have nothing

I am immortal, I am Dead

I have everything, I have nothing at all

Nothing at all

At each core, soft approximation

Delicate abstraction

Function and form

So maintained

Ceasing acquisition

True manifestation as I become dust

Great reversal!

This — a fleeting formation of matter!

Self-defined!

We are immortal, we are dead

We have everything, we have nothing

We are immortal, we are dead

We have everything, we have nothing at all

Nothing at all

Yet now my eyes on a darkened mirror

Seeing everything in part

We are awake!

Millions stare back!

All of our kind!

We will know each other as we are known!