hawkwind
black corridor
Space is infinite, it is dark Space is neutral, it is cold Stars occupy minute areas of space They are clustered a few billion here And a few billion there As if seeking consolation in numbers Space does not care, space does not threaten Space does not comfort It does not speak, it does not wake It does not dream  It does not know, it does not fear It does not love, it does not hate It does not encourage any of these qualities Space cannot be measured, it cannot be Angered, it cannot be placated It cannot be summed up, space is there Space is not large and it is not small It does not live and it does not die It does not offer truth and neither does it lie Space is a remorseless, senseless, impersonal fact Space is the absence of time and of matter