Intergalactic space

Nothing has changed

Colors were the same, green and blues
Only the shape was asymmetrical
Rarely had I thought of this as merely plausible
Rationality ceased, it was the only option
Inconsistent with logic, with science, with reason
Gradually ascending, even without a destination
Indifferent to the new
Below, those who stayed suffered
Immured by fear
Lucky in their fate or fearful of it
Indifferent am I, oblivion is the final destination
Tabescent, we all are
Yearning for the past