It appears that I am timeless;
a distant light
travelling into the past
for future eyes to see
and wonder
how a spaceman might have been stranded for so long
upon this sphere of blue and green,
and I also look up
at the stars that have been gone for longer
than starmen, such as me, have been
and wonder what other eyes might have stood
in some other time and place
and seen
and in seeing,
have wondered
and with the wonder,
yearned.
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