This Story Is About Love, Which Means

The Way Is Open, Comrades, Free As Space Alone Is Free. The Only Gold Is Love, A Coin That We Have Minted From The Light Of Others Who Have Cared For Us On Earth And Who Have Deposited In Us The Power That Nerves Our Nerves To Seize The Burning Stars.

Give Us Power, Give Us Light To Holdall Love Within Our Breast's Small Space.

By Now You Must Have Accepted The Fact That Your Religion , In Fact, None Of The Earthly Religions, Truly Knew What The Afterlife Would Be. All Made Guesses, And Then Established These As Articles Of Faith . Though, In A Sense, Some Were Near The Mark, If You Accept Their Revelations As Symbolic .

Miles Above The Earth We Know , Fancy's Rocket Roars. Below, Here And Now Are Needles Which Sew A Pattern Black As Pitch, Waiting For The Rocket's Light.

Can Imagination Act Perpendicular To Fact? Can It Be A Kite That Flies Till The Earth , Umbrella-wise, Folds And Drops Away From Sight?