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The Wandering Heart
The metal that surrounds us is so thin
It's all we hope that it will shield us well
The winds of space have stories left to tell
We must ride out if they are to begin
The gravity we've left is absent in
This cold, dark space where fears we can't quite quell
What mysteries will wrap us like a shell
We move to greet them like they were our kin
A hundred years from now it all will change
Such travel will become quite commonplace
The metal shells we'll live in won't seem strange
The frozen air we'll bring will give us range
And in the darkness we'll carve out our space
Our life of wandering we won't exchange
(c) 2017 Miriam Ruff