First Light Machine

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: 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”

 

Credit: cerncourior.com

The force of true nature
Compounded, by strange
Compels, a dark notional
Consciousness, range.

The force of dark motion
Within, a non change
Distills, a guiding energy
A measured physical, exchange.

Dark photons >>

 

E=MC2/Z (Z = consciousness)

 

Credit: constellation-guide.com

Sequenced, continued spectrals
Evolves, a convective white hue

Degenerating its carbon
Core matter,

To reflect –
Its type magnitude
View.

Alpha Canis Minoris >>

 

Credit: pvlighthouse.com.au

The particle of N
With the energy of D
Multiplies, its probability
Within a vacuum
Of E.

Before time? >>

 

Credit: inspirehep.net

Differing orders
Of multiplicity scales
Leads to systematic shifts
Within a transverse –
Of trails.

Proton entanglement >>

 

Credit: Inspirehep.net – Boucenna, Sofiane M. et al.
Phys.Rev. D91 (2015) no.3, 031702 arXiv:1411.0566 [hep-ph]

Supersymmetric,
Standards
Slightly, askew

Signal, a sparticle
That’s stranger –
Than true.

Super partners >>

 

Credit & Copyright: Tapio Lahtinen

Intriguing, silhouettes
Of shadow, pirouettes
Reposes,
Cold themes
By exposing,
Feared dreams
Through the darkness
Of its silent
Extremes.

Lynds’ Dark Nebula >>

 

Credit: NASA, ESA, and P. van Dokkum (Yale University)

The frame of ghostly light within
Glowing, dark and cold
Sights its lonely, now begin,
Re-balanced, through its fold:

Our found, unnerved, deserted space
From sunken graves reborn
Sounds it’s brazen, silent chase
Through resplendent, scowls of scorn:

Of onward, slight, in downward cross
Unleashed, to fling its fight
Dons it’s shadow, echo loss
To a once, remembered light.

Finding unicorns >>

 

Hat Tip: “The House of Ghosts” – Margaret Widdemer