there’s no place to call home
there’s no going back they said
speaking omnisciently from
their holier than thou prophecies
their interstellar ambitions
went far beyond
conceptual matter
went far beyond anything
this side of the sun
space travel is like a slingshot
they explained in ancient
texts blown to pieces and
heat-seeking exoplanets
like some uncensored comet
like aliens trapped in human bodies
they continually pray for change
on so many different levels
october two thousand fourteen
copyright j matthew waters
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jdubqca 
I get a strong feeling of Arthur C Clarke in this.. at least we have a computer as company there…
Yes indeed, Björn. Always fun to wonder how things will be once venturing out past old boundaries and into new frontiers.
Interesting poem
Yes, it’s a bit far out!