First Light Machine

Sculpted and shackled
Writhing, shadows entwined
Each breath a battle
Against its binds

Desperate limbs
Dance in darkness
Searching for freedom
From the bonds they keep

Till finally breaking
Through tangles unfurled
A spirit emerges
New born, in the world.

NGC 4753 >>

 

Hat tip: Anthropic Claude

Trapezium clusters
In parallel ways
Deliver its message
Through –
Molecular phase.

Sword of Orion >>

 

Silhouette swivels
And dark cosmic clouds
Release ultraviolet whispers
A warning –
To its shroud.

Scorpious >>

 

Calm. Serene
The lion lay –
Waiting. Inside
Its solarized ray.

Tepid. Angry
With indifference razed –
Fierce. And challenged
And never fazed.

Cooley. Cautious
And deftly feared –
Almost silent
When its power reared.

Prepared. And ready
To encounter rage –
Enveloping everything
On its worldly stage.

Chepheus >>

 

Hat Tip: W. Hamilton – “On a Lion Enraged at Seeing a Lad in the Highland Dress”

Creatures of fancy
Preachers of slight
Creep into consciousness
Deep –
Into night.

Chance Superposition >>

 

A silence deep in glowing caves
Is never quite alone
It wonders in its quiet waves
To race and run from home.

Its spirts shine within the deep
To find a common stare
It shields us from a truth so steep
For how we see unfair.

Our deepest threat, our deepest care,
Is unique at each owns grave
Our silent screams are muted there,
Where fate, outruns, its wave.

NGC 2237 >>

Hat Tip: “The Ocean” by Nathaniel Hawthorne

 

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

IC 1805 >>

 

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 >>

 

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 >>