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Space—thy boundaries are

Time and time alone.

No earth-born rocket,

seedling skyward sown,

Will ever reach your cold,

infinite end,

This power is not Man's to

build or send.

Great deities laugh down,

venting their mirth,

At struggling bipeds on

a cloud-wrapped Earth,

Chained solid on a war-swept,

waning globe,

For FATE, who witnesses,

to pry and probe.

BUT LIST! One weapon have

I stronger yet!

Prepare Infinity! And

Gods regret!

Thought, quick as light,

shall pierce the veil,

To reach the lost beginnings

Holy Grail.

Across the sullen void on

soundless trail,

Where new spawned suns and

chilling planets wail,

One thought shall travel

midst the gods' playthings,

Past cindered globes where

choking flame still sings.

No wall of force yet have ye

firmly wrought,

That chains the supreme

strength of purest thought.

Unleashed, without a body's

slacking hold,

Thought leaves the ancient

Earth behind to mold.

And when the galaxies have

heeded DEATH,

And welcomed lastly SPACE'S

poisoned breath,

Still shall thought travel

as an arrow flown.

SPACE—thy boundaries are

TIME——AND TIME ALONE!

FAMOUS LAST WORDS:

"But, Mr. Smith, how do you explain that gyro-statistic-electromagnetiosonomonator on the radiostuntomotor?"

"CLUNK!"