MR. SPACECRAFT, AM I YOU?
I come from the same stars as Jesus;
I am made of the same gentle stuff
as Muhammad? Stardust and cosmic
wind become my very first breath.
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I've learned religious tongues; I can
speak with angels and wings; I spend
time in distant centuries. It's a pleasant
enough life here, and I've somehow
gotten this far, and I've seen a million
things. If these are the riches of a poorly
planned life, I take them; for they've all
been good enough for me.
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