First Light Machine

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 >>

 

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 >>

 

Ejected hard materials
Explodes –
Its true remains

As random dust etherials
Demands –
It’s earned domain.

Cassiopeia >>

 

Recaptured, electrons
Hypothecated, forays
Reimagined, rejoinders
From a definitional, display.

No fire.. >>

 

Darkening nights around me
Where chill of winter blows
A cold of quick surrounds me
Impeding the thought to go

Its creeping mental picture
Lies bare beneath the snow
A brewing storm descending
That opens – my void below.

Hat tip: Emily Brontë, Spellbound

Protostar Ced 110 IRS 4 >>

 

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 >>

 

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 >>

 

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.

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