In the centre of infinity
I take direction in my stride
My compass has no point of view
I let the speed of light decide
As I sleepwalk through the cosmos
Unconcerned without a map
Avoiding black hole cul-de-sacs
Or lunar crescent time mishap
Surfing soundly on a microwave
With my attractive lines of force
On the trail of dust beginnings
I once left without remorse
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