The Stars Above Will Be Below When

Miles Above The Earth We Know , Fancy's Rocket Roars. Below, Here And Now Are Needles Which Sew A Pattern Black As Pitch, Waiting For The Rocket's Light.

Caught Beauty , Held To Light, Now Apes A Good, Now Evil, Thing The Shifting Sign And Spectrum Of Archaic, Psychic Shapes.

All The Human Beings I Met Were Either Sure That There Would Be No Afterlife Or Else That They Would Get Preferential Treatment In The Hereafter.

Confucius Once Said That A Bear Could Not Fart At The North Pole Without Causing A Big Wind In Chicago.

Nature Is An Experimenter.