Death closes all
Mr. Tennyson, I still fear it

I yearn to find the Open
Open myself near it

Ulysses Everett McGill
Wandered long the South

A Man of Constant Sorrow
Songs too pour from my mouth

The Odyssey now is Space
Final frontier the sky

I pray for some discovery
Before my time to die

                  From Irish bars
                 To Western Stars!