Mankind's the child of further dreams
Than even this old earth has seen,
As children learn the grownups ways
The earthlings find the words to say.
That it's magic, they don't see;
All their yearning, visionings,
Imagination-lighting pyres
Sets their wants and dreams afire.
Offspring of creatures yet unknown,
Daring here to call it home,
While they're really on their way
Toward the farther, distant day.
When matter's moved by means of thought,
Like quantum particles do strut
Affecting others far away,
In other fields where they lay.
A thought's a potent gun to point,
In spaces minefields buoyant-
Pray aim carefully, what you choose:
Who plays too soon is apt to lose.
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