First Light Machine

Credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech/Space Science Institute

Unseen visions
Scream –
Through our past
Screened,
By a future
Unreal –
And unlashed.

Haze of the Sun >>

 

Credit: Hubble Space Telescope/NASA

Measurement, discrepancies
Observationally, imprecise

Evolve into uncertainty
A constraint –
That’s un-concise.

Series of errors >>

 

Credit: NASA, ESA, Hubble Legacy Archive; Processing & Copyright: Rudy Pohl

Burst frame precision
Distorted –
By rage
Re-plans its destruction
Through a formation,
Rampage.

Jumping >>

 

Credit: NASA, ESA, Hubble

A halcyon silver
Shakes the night
A grudging sky
A spirit light

A shadow ghost
A shaking sight
Through darkshine signs
Of unnerving, bright.

Not alive >>

 

Credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech/SSI

Angle right visions
Curve –
Through the night
Sending whispers of color
To conserve –
It’s arc light.

Cassini Solstice Mission >>

 

Credit & Copyright: Min Xie

A delicate, dark existence
Determined, to breakthrough
Drapes, its deep appearance
Within a death throw –
Of true.

Witch’s broom >>

 

Credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech/University of Arizona

Change –
The erosion of time
A thicket of energy
Through a compounded crush
Of a pressured –
Exchange.

MRO Context Camera >>

 

Credit: Bray Falls

Pause, just a moment
For that junction, of true
Knowing, what you see
Is that moment, for you

Take, a shallow breath
And closely listen, to me
As my words, are the question
That tells me, what you see

Hark, my cold words
Within the symbols, I write
Where that sliver, of a mind
Becomes the shadow, of light

The concepts, that I see
And the visions, I show
Are still, not quite here
And neither real, nor unknown.

IC 1805 >>

 

Hat Tip: Cassia “The Key to my Mind”

 

Credit: Gerald Eichstädt and Sean Doran – NASA/JPL-Caltech/SwRI/MSSS

Colors resplendently
Backwardly swirl
Dependent, of motion
They transcendently –
Whirl.

Anti-cyclonic >>

 

Credit: NASA, JPL-Caltech, Spitzer Space Telescope, 2MASS

Because we could not stop to die
Death did not stop for me;
The stars hold true a measured cloak
Of pure passivity.

We slowly wake, and see a truth
That makes a stark reveal;
That time and prescience cannot hide
Our raw, mortality.

Two Micron All Sky Survey >>

 

Hat Tip: Emily Dickinson‘s “The Chariot Poem”