Days 52, 53 and 54

Without Limit

Tis a moot question:

Does the world shape our feelings

Or vice versa?

Out there lie Venus and Mars

Like watchtowers

Barring our hoped-for escape,

But now they have become

Mere targets in our scopes.

We've moved on

And the Galaxy's marches

Await our longed-for

Break for the open gate

To the stars

That was never truly closed.

Can you not sense it?

Someone's bent out of shape.

Someone's afraid we'll come back.

We were never meant

To get this far.

There is no limit

To what lies within you:

your infinite ability

matched only by your infinite

capability

for self restraint

and both are native,

powered and motivated

by your innate

decency.

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