The royal blue of Neptune made me cry
Colossal beauty seen by Voyager
But then Sagan insists we view our world:
(a tiny bit of dust inside a beam).
My needy consciousness now longs for home
reminds me how the human brain reacts
when, in reality, there are no facts
dependent so upon our point of view.
From Neptune’s view we’re but a tiny speck!
We’re nothing but a tiny, lonesome spark
in retrospect no Voyager might mark.
The odds are too profound that we’d be found
so far from home, compared with all the rest.
How glorious is Neptune’s marble breast!
