I will see what the airmen saw, and higher the view of the astronaut, and higher the
tick of the satellite, and higher where height morphs to night, and quantum lays out just
as massive, and unknown as the small it contains. Ground fears play out on a surface, one giant
map of three states, or a global ball of electric, as data streams over state lines. Sat deep
in this cannonball universe, sat deep in this one ward of stars, the higher we climb from
our surface.
The clearer we see where we are.
Where we are
Where we are
Where we are
Where we are
Where we are

Where we are
Where we are
Where we are
Where we are
Where we are
Where we are
Where we are
Where we are
Where we are
Where we are
Where we are