Into The Air and Faraway
Into the air and faraway,
Hours and minutes drift by;
Always a fresh coming day,
And either gray or blue sky.
Music of the galaxies flows,
Through the spiraling wheel;
Distance expansion on grows,
From stars in their night appeal.
Into the deep of one's heart,
Roads of the past and to come;
There's beginning counterpart,
Inside from there to ad-infinitum.
Step and again a step forward,
like stars million miles from here;
Thoughts gushing and angered,
The sparking of force everywhere.
Into the future novel lies,
Past the roads that were known;
Both in lowness and each high,
Melting concepts not yet shown.
Step and again a step inside,
Inspects of its most interior secrets;
Existence that still are unverified,
Through entrance and surrogate
posted by Peter S. Quinn @ 7:55 PM
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