First Light Machine

Seven sisters, in the sky
Shining bright, for all to spy
A cluster of, stars so fair
Guiding visions, everywhere.

In ancient times, they were a guide
For sailor, soldier, and and those who bide
Their light in winter, shining clear
A beacon of hope, drawing near.

So let us look, up to the sky
And see the Seven, Sisters rise
A reminder of, the beauty there
The infinite expanse, place we share.

Hat tip: ChatGPT – OpenAI

Messier 45 >>

 

Firm in its grasp
The monster rages, again
Lurking inside
The formless darkness, within.

It’s never quite silent,
And never quite sound,
It’s always just lurking
To drag us right down.

It’s just so overwhelming
As we can barely breathe,
Fighting for nothing,
With no possible reprieve.

So the monster, its got us
We are deep, in its clutch
We try, to break free
But are locked, by its touch.

Hat Tip: “The Monster Inside” by Sarah Langton

IC 1396>>

 

Roar & shake –
Fires in the air
Angry clouds so deep

Meek, in its perilous path
Keeping course –
In the valley of unique.

The perilous path given –
In colored rivers of sky
Broken cliffs and springing streaks

Onto the bleached, sprayed relief
Where raging visions –
Peak.

Hat tip: “The Marriage of Heaven and Hell” – William Blake

Pillars of Creation >>

 

Crossing our constants
And the transforming
Of sky

Whispers its wisdom –
As a solution
To why.

The Seduction of Leda >>

 

Under the glow
Of violet night
The nightmare flow
Of a violent smite

The burning of
A distant fray
Where ancient night
Is now born, today.

IC 1275 >>

 

Breaking its wavelength
Ghosting its sight
Bathing in brilliance
Is its moment, of might.

52,000 parsecs >>

 

Falling in –
Spinning
Spiraling in trails of wonder

Felled, into my inner deep blackness
Measured in years of light
And in streams of conscious awakening

I’m pulled through time
An inescapable reality
Into a now –
Of ever present
Meaning.

1054 >>

 

A degradation signal
In a timescale shaking wave
Breaks its solar dominion
To cheat –
Its telemetry grave.

Voyager 1 >>

 

A thread of heavens woven cloth
Enraptured with its might
A misty red and soggy froth
Captures – it’s true fight.

Spread and splashed with flowing haste
Throughout its mystic night
It asks for nothing from its host
To brave – its present plight.

Bok Globule >>

 

Second perspectives
Of surface,
Detail

Elevates –

A respective
Tharsis wide,
Scale.

Tithonium Chasmata >>