1952
	  
      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.