Whale-ing around the cosmos on engines old and rusty,
Stopping at clusters on the way,
To trade, to live to breathe.

For I am a whale, many miles long,
That’s it’s ocean is space,
And air an atmosphere of any kind.

Through machinery inside my nose,
Conservation and conversion.

From cluster to cluster,
At ports the biggest I trade and share.

For the pirate ants,
Of millions in number,
The hunters of species of mine.

I travel beyond the point of light.

Matjaz Trcek
Matjaz Trcek
SRE @ Magnolia CMS

Working as an SRE in Magnolia CMS. In my free time I work on many side projects some of which are covered in this blog.