The Ultra-Deep Field
Then again
Time can also be a flat canvas
With an incalculable level of detail
Which you linger on and puzzle over
And fall in love with and get
Angry about as you trace your fingers
Along the brushwork maybe
You marvel at the technique and when
You’re finally ready to take a step away
The composition overwhelms you with its
Thirteen billion points of light
Thirteen billion points of light
Check out an early Hubble Telescope themed poem here:
http://putyourcollardownelvis.blogspot.com/2012/04/april-12th-demise-of-space-shuttle.html?m=0
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