And now as greater sky is given
to shine on isolated eyes,
nor nerve, not thought's to be driven
and no one'd know of former skies.
For it's just a piece of blue above
yet not blue but a void so vast;
beyond "too much," "so little" or "enough"
it blends in the horizon's cast
And planes, suns and stars just need a gust
from dashing batmen and sparrows
to crumble and break down to dust
on the band that ne'er narrows.