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If I Could

By: Steph (School of Physics and Astronomy)
Competition Year: 2017
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If I could push my finger through the moon,
And feel the fraying edges of the sky,
I'd wear the cloth of night, half light and noon,
To light the way of any passerby.
I'd pull the thread that hides behind the world
To unravel that little tent of blue,
To see the bright white beyond unfurled;
A boundless unknown of beckoning hue.
But moons are concrete, and fade with the dawn.
"We must find a way to touch that cold light."
Said Adam with his finger stretching on.
So stars wheel out in white before our flight
Upwards, forwards, but never in reverse,
Roaming alone across the universe.
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