Northern lights whined where I began
Deep set paths moaned where they ended
Through the gateway,
into a square
a string of blinding planets
flanked the one at move:
forests sentenced each final breath
seas legislated without scruple
nations cheered in endless wonder
we came on our feet.
What does it mean for ages to pass in a blinke?
How may one walk without direction?
That is their question whose answer still eludes me
In this place where
we arrive trembling, to see.