THIS PART OF THE HEMISPHERE

Above me, the sea of space:

Dots with names and histories

Cold fingers trace.

Miles and miles high,

Fleet-footed dreamers

Aboard Argo Navis

Seek the Golden Fleece.

Upwards you have thrown

The possibilities that these

Northeastern shores cannot hold.

Do send me moonlight telegrams,

And I will send you unwritable letters

Signed with one of my names.

By chance, if the tide

Brings you back down to earth,

You'll be falling back here

To earnest words.

But first go far,

The traveller you are.

Sail by wind,

Summer serenade,

And in the folds of cosmic waves

Gently fade.

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