I am the old, docile donkey,
	By all called 'Comprehension',
	I pull the cart out of the ditch
	And follow the trodden paths

	Up to the observatory tower,
	Surveying the mighty cosmos,
	Hoping for fodder at the end
	Of the long, arduous journey.

	There blooms the phantasy:
	I have been here the first,
	Naming the stars and nebula,
	Consult the ancient myths.

	There record the devices:
	Vacuum has been here first
	Since expansion of the universe,
	Annihilating matter - antimatter.

	Hardly perceptible to anyone:
	Freedom for critical thoughts
	Universally breaks up the doors
	For old, docile comprehension.

Udo Frentzen 2015