Thursday 13 March

A day is space
and so is a year
and an hour
and a second
and a life.
Should we live by the year?
or the hour?
or the day?
or the second
I love space
and I feel immense
when I dream
of the infinitely great
and the infinitely small.
Equilibrium doesn't exist in space
and yet it isn't chaos!
That's right,
I feel it, it's right
I want space.