Oh, to break the bonds of earth and to the firmament fly
To watch stars and galaxies and a nebula whirling by
This universe, but one of many flung by the hand of God
To step upon some planetary mass where no foot has trod
There the secrets of all creation, that none but God may know
Secrets the King of worlds does not give mortals below
Consequences of colliding masses breaking, now asunder
Echoes of the dead who live again in the universal thunder
The soul still bound to its earthly tethers can only dream
of that which passes in the ever throbbing celestial stream
Minds of mortal man must separate from the petri dish
in which swim the possibilities that now are but a dream
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