The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Jul 12, 2007
Space
Little space in wide area,
I can or can't.
It matters nothing.
The things, concealed for decades,
World and I.
Both are happy.
We looked at each other.
Never write, never comment;
It's the moment —
To know the world;
To be known to the world.
What I had once —
Is now very little.
Little space in wide area.
I can hear the heart's cry,
When I try to begin.
Holder,
Lead me to begin with
Little space in wide area.