For some reason I heard the third quote in a week on BBC 3 from someone referred to as a ‘metaphysical poet.’
Hell, I thought, if business is so brisk in the MP business, maybe there’s an opening for me?
I sat down and dashed this off – I think I may have found my metier!
Before I have business cards printed, I would value your opinion.
What mortal skull can span, O Lord,
This mighty hull, this heaving world?
Shaped by Thine immortal hand
And cast upon Thine ocean grand.
Measured by star, bounded not,
The sweep of space, nor chart, nor plot,
Nor even science the ‘Why’ can tell us,
Ionospheric sails propel us.
A hint, a glimpse of Thy great scheme –
The Milky Way, that clouded stream
That nightly wraps Thy sleeping world
As on we sail, on axis swirled.
And on and on, etcetera, plus;
I could write forever thus.
Play With Strangers 
Love it! Reads as tho from a long gone era 🙂
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