by John Smallshaw
The time in point and space where it is alleged that we stand
is like some foreign land that only travellers know
but that place in space
moved on a million years ago
and we are no longer there
should we care?
In the endless magnitude of stars, planets and comets, meteors and quasars
nothing is still.
Everything moves to some greater will
until the place that we knew becomes just one in the queue
of discoveries we make and friendships we renew.
When this became clear to me
problems so near to me
The all is much greater than me
the circle defined
in degrees of my mind.
Another universe expands into more foreign lands
which we travel beside
ride trails astride of it
we've laughed till we cried with the joy of it
and understood not a bit of it.
In aeons of atoms
we have merged and we have parted
started and ended
defended our right
to look into the wonder of night
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