What Wealth Was A Dinner On Sunday

It’s not until we know where we’re going
that we move through Space in a spaceship.

It’s not until the hour means nothing,
whether through our own destruction or
some other civilization’s grace and innovation.

It’s not until we, ourselves, travel at the
speed of light that we realize what wealth
was a dinner on Sunday and the smell of
Umbrian grapes in our chalice.

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