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