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 eons 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
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
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
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
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
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