Void it takes years to cross.
A nothing so pure
particles just
spring into being.
(Nature abhors much
but not, I guess,
our intuition of how she works --
centuries before
we could discern
the subatomic world.)
Haven't we always known
the meaninglessness
of the golden mean?
How many lives
did Galileo save
or render worthwhile
dropping shit
from high up
like some cranky
mental patient?
Alpha and Proxima: suns
we sail towards
on Newtonian non-seas.
Intervening centuries
we spend as we would
on Earth, asleep.
Who cares what we find
upon arrival?
We are always our only goal.
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