Saturday, March 26, 2016
032616b
Hawkwind. Psychedelic British rock, and the best SF band ever. Michael Moorcock played with them.
end-time warriors
turned back by the chronosingularity
back to the past
crushed by the ennui of billennia
back
to sterilize the world that gave them birth
and again
and again
Labels:
end of the world,
hawkwind,
poem,
sf,
sff,
time travel
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