Bypassing which need to run
As overjoyed away
Loses that crowd, envious
In their drab everyday
Resorts to his powers of
Imaginative flight.
Wonderful is not the word!
And to all a birthright!
Pierced, with balloonist's skies
Veil of Time, beyond!
Galaxies, swirled into life...
Then drop; in one second!
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