Perfectly fixed by no hands
Safe those of the Creator,
Complex, beyond Darwin's law
And all he doth understands.

A ghost in a machine,
The celestial spark,
Self igniting flame in the dark,
The wizard all the inhabitants doth live and lean!

Like the burning sun
Unaproachable,
A live cosmic rumble
Always running yet not on the run.

A dynamite so timed,
No calculus could tell
When yet it has to dwell
In this tattered tent aclimed.

Let's then to the haevens spread our hand
And our soul stamped on the sands of the earth
Ere we draw the last breath
And the engine catasclysmicaly crash-crumble no more to stand.