First Light Machine

Z, two, redshift through
Circles,
What make us –
You.

MACSJ0138, Supernova Encore >>

 

Texture, color, theme
Or a dream
The natural scene
On what makes, beauty –
To mean.

Unaltered mafics >>

 

Rejected emissions
Insure, in the end
That the beginning
Of now-frames
Will return –
To transcend.

IC 1805 >>

 

Wrinkle wedge sisters
Wrangle through time
Wrestling with whispers
Through its weathered –
Design.

Melas Chasma >>

 

The sky is calm
The tide is far
Upon its crested, dark reservoir.

A line of spray
A blanched, mist scar
Reflects its creased, gilded white char.

At point return,
And high point bar
We see its depth –
Time’s true, repertoire.

LBN 86 >>

 

In the beginning
It was at the true end
A nothingness meaning
Just hiding its bend

In the just now
We see – what we send
As the forces of time
Pretend to defend.

MACS0416 >>

 

Designing an energy
Defined, by its grace
Combines, a deep knowledge
Refined –
To displace.

South of Scorpius >>

 

Telescopic views
Of complex hues
Shade true –
In their characteristic,
Blue.

Corona Australis >>

 

In the depths of the dark, are secrets that lie,
A predator lurks, with an unblinking eye.
Sleekness and power, prowling so deep,
The blackness of majesty –
The nightmare of creep.

Its silent and stealthy, as it glides through the black
A symbol of grace, a blunt force, that shouts back.
It slashes and cuts, through the darkness, with might,
Instilling it’s awe –
A magnificent sight.

In stature and legend, is whispered with dread,
Its danger and wisdom, in a meaning not spread.
A vision of nature, shaped hard by design,
A marvel to history –
It’s both feared and sublime.

King of Aethiopia >>

 

Are we driven
To be a god
The play the tempter
To bend the odd?

Are we captured
Are we trod
Are we real
Or a forced facade?

Serpens >>