“Good morning Sleeper,
lift your head
Far too long have you
spent in bed.
The Earth you knew
before has past.
We arrive at Zyrgon at
last!
Through the dark void of
space you flew
Though deep you slept
and never knew.
200 years in hypersleep
While vast computers
whirled and beeped.
Oh, there’s one thing I
should have said,
All your acquaintances
are dead,
So long ago in nursing
homes
While up above the stars
you roamed.
Was that a tear? No time
for that.
Your new life dawns in
central Blatt
Which is, of course, on
the north plain
Where suns shine and it
never rains.
But have no fear of such
extremes
Of sunset pools or
gilded streams
In this cubicle you’ll
reside
While braver fools will
stray outside
Exploring the vast alien
expanse
Where fortune calls and
natives dance.
No, you, lucky lad, will
keep the books
From this wonderful
(windowless) nook.
A noble call, such as it
is
To traverse cross the
stars for this;
To forgo hopes of kith
and kin.
Did I mention the walls
are thin?
We hope that you’ll
enjoy your term
In our newest accounting
firm.
Your furrowed brow has
made it clear,
You’re really going to
love it here.
One last thing I should
have spoken
I fear the coffee-machine
has broken.”
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