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Carrying his knapsack,

He shuffled out in his boots

To where the stars hung burning.

The winds of space assailed him.

He was a speck

Smaller than a sootflake.

Dejected by vastness,

He wrapped himself in himself,

Hugging his own warmth;

Till the immense God,

Waking from his dream,

Brushed time and distances aside.

~Padraig Daly