The rays of light from outer space

Are the curved red lines of ancient caves

I hear William Herschel as he walks with me

"In the blue, you're in the blue from under you, I've seen it too"

Zeno of Elea's path

Sometimes good, sometimes bad

Will the hare beat the fox

So I'll build my idea, design it to wait

I'll raise it in Newgrange on solstice day

The big eye knowing every dog has its day

It's ABC, astronomy, it's poetry, Infinity

The beating mind will calculate

The numbers spin in starry haze

Engine churns and blinds the light