First Light Machine

Screaming in silence
Scared of its sound
Dreaming in violence
Is a birth meant
To astound.

A tantalizing glimpse
A dissimilar event
A frightening reflection
Of lifes destructive
Intent.

You can see, the pure beauty
You can hear, in detail
A resurrection, each season
Directing forth, a stars sail.

You can feel, a dark history
You can pull, its dark veil
A changed direction, and reason
Is what detects, its stellar tale.

A crushing reaction
From the depths,
Of our dreams

Is the moment that bursts
From the breath,
Of your screams.

A drifting dream
Unlocks the meaning
About the darkness
And essence
Of the extreame.

Infrared ways
Of ultraviolet rays
Detect
What our past
Has to say.

Mechanical movements
Destined to grove
Unleashes its signature
When revealing,
Its move.

image scale visions
from a variety
of degrees

details a sure decision
to understand why
we’re meant to be.

central bar structures
that are determined
to stay

invert their core sculptures
to keep from spinning
away.

subtle deep ruptures
detail an aggressive
array

of dark energy punctures
that leads our logic
astray.