While nostalgic
For the future

Makes me Pine for the
Quintossence of

An enterprise to
Better us with

Music classical while
On the voyage nearing

Symphony No. 9 sounding
In the deep of space as

Picaresque maneuvers fret
The worf and weft of a

Passion/logic debate as a
Sign of the times and I

Make a discovery:
We can move beyond ugly.