Ode from a Spaceman

copyright © by P. R. Lowe May 4, 2011

At last it is of little consequence,

the nature of our ways

but that they fill our days with life;

the strife removed to its true position

in a galaxy of souls,

for it is a fallacy of old that we will die,

for you and I are on the surface of it all

the sublimation of all we do in consciousness

sets our course direct and true.

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