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There are no straight lines in space Where time is but an attitude of mind, Where speed a cruising constellation, Soon lost behind a black hole, blind. There travel is on a curving course, Instantaneous, though motion free, In this endless, boundless velvet night, Twinkling, shining, constantly. It seems therefore, which ever point of compass Is calling this free heart, However far the edge of time, The finishing place is also the start. I would wish to begin my journey By Roags ragged shore, To see the stars grow, then slow, To step through time slip door And wander among the long ice tails, And rings, and far flung world, To arrive again on welcome coast Where stones stand lined, and curled. |