What puts the planets so far from our reach-?
Is it to throng us, to long us, or
To sneakily, snakily teach?

Why reach us, up, there- to shorten the gap?
To extend our range?
To lessen the laps?

What feeds me to dream of these great, cosmic things?
Was it the path I have walked
Or a shadowed master of strings?

What fuels me, now, to make sense of my sense?
Will it draw me nearer the planets
Through planes of intense?

If all man can move is his mind with his will
Then, these planets will come
As we stand
Steely
Still