The Passing

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                                                                                                                                                                    Asteroid.


                                                    It soars alone

                                                   Higher than a ship may sail; a plane may fly

                                                   Up towards a brooding light,

                                                   Too beautiful, just passing by.



Spaceman,


                                                  Will you reach home?

                                                           Further than the eye can see; the mind can think

                                                                                                          Back and forth there is no fear,

                                                                                                          In wonderment, all lest he sink.


                                       Free:

The first flies too fast; yet still strong and so true.

The second too swift, in actuality

'Oh Sky. My Ode is but to know you'


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