The Infinite

Upon the earth wind’s farthest reach into space’s gravity, I wander
Resurge in birdsong
A final note of the starling
Who sang to sleep in lullabies
And all man-made things

What use is reach
When one cannot attain?

All the worlds in thy sight
And all the moons in their beds
Make up for losing that song

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