Andromeda is rushing toward us Like an assassin's bullet And will wrench into fragments Any thoughts of how it used to be On the roller coaster, say, by the sea Looking out at waves coming in At only a fraction of the speed. We have been warned by Pestering meteors, comets, And our pock-marked moon, But looking out we can't see Them with our naked eye, The pathological damage, And so believe in a peace That in our time shall prevail A wonderful mystical state, And though it has never been It is our belief - even though Someone this very instant is planting An IED for our unsuspecting feet: And will spin them off in flashes of light.