I've looked into the future, looked
as far as dreams can see
at unimagined wonders and
the magic that will be.
The stars are filled with sailing ships
the clippers of the skies...
all captained by cephalopods
with deep vermilion eyes.
They navigate the galaxies
and fly the steller winds
from Canopus to Betelguese
to where the matter ends...
They utilize another math
and octants made of ice
for human sums and instruments,
of course, will not suffice
to chase the moons and comet tails
to ports of call unknown;
to worlds inside a universe
where light has never shone.
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