Gyroscope Review 15-2 - Page 30

For you, for us, for me, guess Which element emits more beauty: the stars Or the status lights; the unruled Emptiness, or the machinery Of our environmental subsistence? Put on your suit, Come into the air lock, Emerge onto the gantry. I promise you: for this small time You will not be missed, and I will not be missed; But we will for a while be a point of light Licked furiously into the dark: And then be, in one rotation, The lonely shadow of ourselves. Gyroscope Review 23 !