Vela

In a cobweb well, in a box of concrete

Running through much foreshadowed thoughts that beat

"There must be something else," said the wayfarer

To the beat of his heart and the ones that chain his feet

"Nothing but all and nothing up there in the skies," he said

"But what's nothing after all - can you define it, sir?"

Don't ask that which can't be told, just accomplish for the spearhead

Come to terms with yourself and reckon; are you a knight or are you the king?

The clairvoyant puts him on a bike and sends him off

A prospect of mystery and history unfolds