sonnet No sign of lives

No sign of lives in outer space I see
Dark matter means to wad a warlocks war
Theyre keeping copyright a curious chore
If stars are binary you uturn free
I grant a living goddess apogee
Each strand of faithful chromosome a lore
Of potent duplicates Ill long ignore
Indulged I drop a supplicant on knee
A living statue formed from feet to crown
Her diet is dirt exalted quantum haze
Her enzyme oozing inner organs drown
Her static sparks her eyes a blinking phase
To fundamental faith I must acquiesce
Her eyes I notice can bioluminesce
Chorus acquiesce submit yield