First Light Machine

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.

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.

A quantum theory
Of gravity
Is an elegant
Age old race.

To find the grail
Of what’s real;
A reflection
Of god’s face.