Dot, the I

I'm standing out on Neptune, the outermost world.

Pluto's a hop away, where I sleep, soft and curled.

I look deep to the distant land where rumor says is origin.

I look out to open space and wonder where... where else I've been.

Space-time curves down to Sol.

Shouldn't it rather lead to a soul?

I can be lord, I can be master, I can serve them without a wince.

I am a god, I am the devil, like so many, I am the Prince.