First Light Machine

I must look up into the breach again,
To the wondrous sight in the sky,
And ask that I do understand
Of a star, that now wonders its why.
And the breath of color that sing’s its song
The lengths of its light shaking,
Through the shaded mist of history’s face,
The present, of its dawn, breaking.

Hat Tip – John Masefield, “Sea Fever”

Hidden Infant >>

 

Phased deep, ejectica
Of a glowing, dark mass
Illuminates, it’s infrared
Winding –
Phased gas.

IRAS 23166+1655 >>

 

The crashing
Of color
In a crinkle
Sublime –

Makes the wish
Of another
A pure sprinkle,
Of time.

NuStar >>

 

A reflection of how
A deflection of thought
A motion of now –
For the path –
That we’ve sought.

Horse & Flame >>

 

Alone, in our fear –
Of its subtle dark,
Strike

We see, in our selves –
A diffraction starved,
Spike.

Line of sight >>

 

Framed, understandings
Within a complex –
Of fate

Returns, a mosaic
Of its unchecked –
True state.

M43 >>

 

Telescopic, snap fields
Incandescent, in shape
Recaptured, as a vision
Of a flared –
Anchored scape.

AR2835 >>

 

Within my memory
Flashed from birth,
I feel the complexity
Of the vastness –

Both inner and outer,
Intricate and simple,
Chaos coupled to clarity
In a memorized meaning – of the now.

M42 >>

 

Backdrops of color
Alive, and alone
Are the wonders
In nature
Of a thriving,
Unknown.

ARP 188 >>

 

The motion of vision
The vision to see
Is to see a true vision
Of the meaning –
Of me.

Chandra 26K LY >>