in the search for signs of intelligent life,
we are blinded by want of a twin

we measure flux, gunned through
a telescope, seeking the sun that comes

right at us, to shine it’s light upon
a distant world still unborn, but of

the mind bathed in starlight

in the search for signs of intelligent life,
we are blinded by want of a twin

her face turned towards you in resonance,
we plot confirmation from the spheres

that were there at birth, mapping the gap
between cosmos to astrum revealing mysteries

of atmosphere, chase heavenly transits,

in the search for signs of intelligent life,
we are blinded by want of a twin

here in the burning traversion of bodies
our positions sculpted by gravity, in an order yet

unnamed, the outlying being exits

in the search for signs of intelligent life,
we are blinded by want of a twin