First Light Machine

Slicing out, into
The edge
Of pure space

Is a negative, of truth
Reflected out of
Inner haste.

Invisible clouds
Dancing their days
Waving off measured
Re-sensored arrays.

Visible mountains
Of particle frays
Reveals a re-structured
Indescribable ballet.

A bright shiny beacon
Of high hopes
And dark dreams

Emerges, redirected
In heavens’ thoughts
Of light streams.

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.