The rays of light from outer space
Are the curved red lines of ancient caves
I hear William Herschel as he walks with me
"In the blue, you're in the blue from under you, I've seen it too"

Zeno of Elea's path
Sometimes good, sometimes bad
Will the hare beat the fox

So I'll build my idea, design it to wait
I'll raise it in Newgrange on solstice day
The big eye knowing every dog has its day

It's ABC, astronomy, it's poetry, Infinity
The beating mind will calculate
The numbers spin in starry haze
Engine churns and blinds the light