Uncertainty

The hopeless spaces between atoms,
That hold everything
Together like a friend who
Promises nothing.

Are you there? There you are.
Let me see your face.
Everywhere and nowhere
Are boundless curves of space.

© Phil Corbluth

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The Measure of Man

Take a walk through infinite space,
And make the measure of a man.
Without permission given a face,
Awaking in some random place.
Is there any kind of plan?

For there’s a life to live in haste,
Climbing up a burning rope;
Time you can’t afford to waste,
Forgetting those things you long to taste.
Decide to live and love with hope.

Take a walk with random friends
Up mountains topped with ice and snow,
Through golden woods and a path that bends;
Speak softly of what begins and ends.
Take heed the things you wish to know.

For there’s no reason to be afraid
Of truths in time both ancient and vast.
The world was not for all of us made,
And I glanced at you and finally said:
Make your plans and make them last.

© Phil Corbluth

Stellar Atmospheres

NASA, ESA, The Hubble Key Project Team, and The High-Z Supernova Search Team

NASA, ESA, The Hubble Key Project Team, and The High-Z Supernova Search Team

The slow ticking of the universe,
Was brought to sudden cease by blinding light,
That rent the very fabric with such tears
Of violence poured forth with all hell’s might.
And all that moved was stopped in fear and fright.
We, who saw the light that travelled far,
Can almost hear the dying of the star.

© Phil Corbluth

Newtonian Light

NASA, ESA, and the Hubble Heritage Team (STScI/AURA) – ESA/Hubble Collaboration

NASA, ESA, and the Hubble Heritage Team (STScI/AURA) – ESA/Hubble Collaboration

O! Heaving eyes from Earth that face the stars
And shape dim light to hues of Helium fire.
With slow ascent, decline: a pale Mars,
Whose barren plains perceive no human spire.
Of time long past this glass can but reflect;
Yet wonder of ancient light shall not decrease.
The wordless suns too many to inspect
Speak now of spheres whose populous increase.
Ask then, what moves beneath their starry cloak?
Or despair to guess and name a faceless fear.
Rejoice to be alone, the Earth it spoke,
Not quite alone, a wanderer moves near.
Our body revolve round quiet light infernal,
Not ever to rotate in flux eternal.

© Phil Corbluth