Outer Space.

Don't speak.
Planets have no lips.
And we can never talk
In this play.

There's no such thing as God
Other than the shuttles.
Dark matter means naught
But a lullaby.

And we’ll meet in the stars,
Live in the sky and in the sun.
Dance across the Milky Way
And die along the satellites.

The moon is mere crust
While the stars flicker out,
And we are nothing more
Than outer space.

Please, don't speak.
I thought planets have no lips.
And we can't even talk
In this play.

Please, God, oh please.
Come alive in this airless cradle.
Erase the dark matter
And sing a lullaby.