A while in space is long and thin
As the stars shine light without
And the distance has the clout
To knock you on the chin
The great though measurable size of things
That go in circles as they run
It does seem like so much fun
To skate on Saturn’s rings
And a journey of such mystic sense
Reaching the ends of the universe
Studying that entropic curse
As we sleep so, under tents
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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