the mountain isn’t going to come to you,
you have to go to the mountain
is the epiphany i am having
just before he quietly breaks the silence
without turning to me he says,
“That’s the final frontier.”
we are gazing outward from our planet
through the starry skies of our short arm
of the Milky Way Galaxy
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