The Passengers

We are the beginning of thought
A theory of immortality in constant flux
Our birth was the death of another
The transference of life and consciousness
Liquid spilling from one container into the next
Microscopic evaporation
As we leave a trail of stars in our wake

In this beginning there was no space
Only you and we
Matter and anti-matter
Falling endlessly in love
We were neon when there wasn't
We are the ancestors of religion

Existing where there is no language
We are inhabited by entire universes
Just as we inhabit this space
Space...

Space...

We birth light, energy and matter
The first [?] creation we gave to you
The rest we gave to everything else
We have never needed nor wanted
And how we were given you
You were everything
And we were no longer alone

Now the court has been [?]
And we flow in space
Drifting in a state of emptiness
Part from one container into the next

Like a moth
Leaving its [?] we can never go back
That is the only constant

We are the passengers
Not the vessel

We are forever