Transit: (For Anna)
Transit: (For Anna)
Transit: (For Anna)
Out there,
The craft has looked back,
Smiling through the rings:
Around it
Asymtotic dust
Where void and darkness sings;
Sometimes,
It would remember the Houston injunction
Not to give up, but to surf through things.
Each plunge brings it closer
To the point of no return:
Laws like this govern also
Humanitys small concern: