A Loud Voice from Mt.Victorion
From the orbit of solar powered rocket
In central Mars,a staggering 140million sq.km away ,
He spoke with the voice of the alien angels
He says to me fly with your wings
and fly away into the imponderable Cosmos
And barely never return and move mankind into space ,
And thereafter live forever as the angels in the odoriferous trees and hilly mansions
With no guiles and mangled limb whatsoever
Where death and death canker alien to the fragrance of heavenly moisture.
A Loud Voice spoke to me had I not shown you
The opulent secrets of the space and the map of the space and bottom lands,
Only then would see and attach meanings with the skies,stars and voluminous heavenly bodies .
A Loud Voice spoke to me when thy rockets are ready
Your angelic children shall be the engineers,surveyors and architects, geophysicists
And all manners of sciences known and unknown,
A Loud Voice in the nocturnal hours of tranced expedition,
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