Shattering matter, not to be outrun,
the arrow of the year aims straight at nothing
that we can see, or work our purpose on,
unless it be in sweet, deceitful dreaming;
the nature of the chase is to surpass,
defeat, bring down, encompass what we will,
establish plain dominion over space,
and harness time — yet it will not stand still.
The wide horizon we can never breach,
the blurred diversions of the pure unknown,
the secrets that remain beyond our reach,
all knowledge we can sense, but never own —
these are the reasons we can still be free,
lest we forget. The rest is history.