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5-6-05

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A Feel Of Home

Oh, there are worlds out there.
Many are rough, but some are fair.
These glass-smooth marbles that you see,
Stretch on, and on, infinitely.

And on each is a feel of home,
For some poor traveler doomed to roam.
Light-speed is not a limit, friend.
The lengths you go will have no end.

You can’t return, though. That is clear.
Your moment’s doubt adds another year.
Go as far as you like and pick a nice spot,
Your memories of home will be all that you’ve got.

It all is in ashes, and all blown away,
Except for the things you remember today.
You move like the glacier, where time hurries not,
Millenia pass while you inch to your spot.

Oh, yes you have traveled as fast as one can,
And I hope that returning’s not part of your plan,
The Universe waits with more samples to show,
Take time with your choosing, there’s no place to go.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . May 4, 2005
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