Eyes aloft, over dangerous places
The children follow where Psyche flies
And, in the sweat of their upturned faces,
Slash with a net at the empty skies.
-Rudyard Kipling, Wireless, Kaspar's Song in 'Varda'; Traffics And Discoveries Penguin 1904
Ornaments built sturdy for the most distant of stars
Will collide in time.
Every bout with joy must ferment in its own
Where greenest eyes may see and go and learn.