200
other
worlds and this
the
other worlds
all there's to worry's no air
but no one's there
we're not there
why worry?
the music's only from this sphere
and isn't that us all over?
go gently with the world
there's one
there's
only one
oh yes. oh yes.
ReplyDeleteCheers. A fine poem, Kit. And while I can't quite decide if it's a lament or a celebration, I guess it's somewhere in the middle, where that's the best we've got. And anyhow, planetary exploration with a view to eventual colonisation is a venture a little too pessimistic and apocalyptic for this old cowboy!
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