First Light Machine

Close, to its plane
It flows,
Through a rip

Exposed, as a flame
Refracted,
Light trip.

Blueish M78 >>

 

Ghosts, of our present
Are hollow,
Inside

As they seek, subtle trouble
From a future,
Astride.

Collapsing >>

 

Through each rift –
Each re-angle,
And drift
Is the notion,
Of our final phase –
Shift.

WR 136 >>

 

Colors are assigned
To a black, wind, shine
Distinctively –
As reflection, defined.

Wavelength bands >>

 

Filament, flat structures
Within –
Oxygen, stoked shields

Determines, its sharp present
Through –
Hydromarked, edged fields.

Great Nubula >>

 

Expanding –
Our vision
From back,
To front edge

We witness –
Our present
From its glowing
Cold ledge.

Cygnus >>

 

Splashing, its sharp vision
Through the realms,
Of time aligned

Delivers, on its promise
To overwhelm –
Our bold minds.

Lagoon >>

 

Boundaries –
Of dark spirals
Through their tidal
Streaming planes

Release –
Faint crafted fissures
Into their sweeping
Compact lanes.

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Stripped, interactions
In sudden, steep shifts
Deter, framed reactions
From its –
Dark, matter, drift.

Accreting matter >>

 

Exposed,
From its dark
Lightness, within

Is a depth,
Colored stark
Brightness, akin.

Pleiades >>