First Light Machine

Credit: CICLOPS/Space Science Institute

What is the shade
Of Jupiter orange
What is its essence
In Nature?

Where is the beauty
Of Jupiter’s whisper
What is its science
Or Nature?

Why is the silence
Of Jupiter’s heaven
Such that our minds
Betray Nature?

When will the essence
Of true understanding
Simply raise blinders
To Nature?

Credit: CICLOPS/Space Science Institute

Arcs of remembrance challenge us
In ways
Never before dreamed
Never before sighted
Never wished
Only Imagined.

Arcs of conscious remembrance
Watch us
Never to be told
Never watched
Never understood
Only Imagined.

Arcs of simple explanations
Combine us
Never to be old
Never dismissed
Never reasoned out
Only Imagined.

Credit: NASA (unacredited as of 12/23/05)

Do you see the
The Face
The Place
Where the oldest of dreams
Comes True?

Do you see
The Motion
The Energy ?
Where the beauty of newness
Is true.

Credit: NASA/CXC/Rutgers/J.Hughes et al.

False color Chandra
An explosion of breath
A bright shining image
Of a white dwarf’s quick death.

A filiment specticle
Of transcedent regret
A particle ejectica
For the Supernova to set.

Credit: NASA, ESA, and M. Showalter (SETI Institute)

Spacious light rings
Abound
Suffering in the void
Of emptiness of reason.

Timeless beauty reigns
Superior
Imagining its first
Rendezvous with destiny.

N equals the rate
Of formation by chance
R the number of planets
That just arrive by happenstance.

A fractional planet weight
Slowly gathering in its pace
Develops detectable new signal
In the deep of Drake’s space.

Credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech

Dust devils dancing
On the field of despair
Awaiting direction
From a God of Nowhere.

A devils short dance
In a distant grey glance
Awaiting detection
Of a red mars romance.

Source: NASA/JPL/Space Science Institute

The fountain of space
Focuses
Our attention
Our integrity
Our senses
To the magical realities
Of incandescent nature.

Shades of time
Clarify
Our ignorance
Our diversions
Our intolerance
To the magical demands
Of natures signature.

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.