Gondolights illuminate the automatic pilot,
Yes, sirs and ma'am and other wises,
we are poling our way across the galactic tributary
which you specified.
The wises imagine a dust cloud spontaneously
spreading to the far corner of a diluted universe,
just as they are.
Contact has been made with the seventeenth star
in the cluster.
Directions are unnecessary and even the updates
are redundant, but this is a traditional family,
an information wealthy namebelter crew.
Sunbeacon Sagacity Seven has the new telepunt:
namebelters, you must turn back,
you can turn back,
you may turn back,
you won't turn back.
RigidTwo, as usual, made no such swerve.
Roman Ryan 