But They Will Be Antibodies?

BUT THEY WILL BE ANTIBODIES? (reworking of instrumental original track by Silvio Vinci)

We crossed the line of Saturn
with a whisper in the wire,
the stars were turning backwards,
the moon was breathing fire.

Something moved between us,
something without a name,
a pulse beneath the silence,
a shadow in the frame.

But they will be antibodies?
When we enter through the blue?
Will the universe remember
what we came here to do?

No north, no destination,
no morning left behind,
only rings of radiation
circling through the mind.

The instruments went silent,
but the signal carried on—
three notes from nowhere,
then suddenly… gone.

Are we the strangers?
Are we the disease?
Drifting like a fever
through the galaxies.

I saw cities made of lightning,
I saw oceans without shores,
I saw something like a doorway
where there had been no doors.

And far beyond the planets,
where time begins to bend,
a million tiny voices said:

“You are not the end.”

But they will be antibodies?
Will they find us in the dark?
Will they circle our machines,
will they recognize the spark?

Maybe we are not the hunters.
Maybe we are what they found.

And the universe keeps turning…

without
a
sound.