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Niner Liner: Trip As We Go On The Light's Fantastic Tow
[John Milton, L'Allegro, 33-34]
Our eager gaze soared like a blue streak
if not to the farthest edge of the
red shift, than at least far enough to
satisfy our curiosity.
Releasing light and warmth from fusion.
without no regard to or respect for
our observational efforts,
the stars continued to fuse atoms
as if we were not even arrived.
Starward
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