First Light Machine

A reality true nature
Of a wispy terrain
The dark cassini ascending
By each passing frame.

A noted exception
Of informational rain
Is an astonshing answer
And a cosmological gain.

A galaxy snapshot swings
It’s doors wide open
It allows our subconscious self to
Describe
Beauty.

A pinpoint picture swings
It’s doors quickly shut
To allow for conscious understanding
Of undeniable
Distance.

The third charge of nature
Is the shift of phase neutral
A perfect change of stature
For an imperfect change of structure.

The picture that’s painted
Of a theorists black hole
Is a curious question
And a logical revolt.

The anniliation of matter
On an anti-time stance
Is the creation of a vacume
On the balance of chance.

A now spacetime traveler
On the heals of the past
Is a new phase ship passenger
In an alternative trance.

A rotating universe
Against a stationary point
A spacetime condundrum
A universal theory to anoint.

The one minuet moment
Of unsightly face
In a wonderful moment
Of magnificent grace.

The many driven torrent
Of insignificant waste
Is a relevant moment
Of inconsistent space.