The microscope and the telescope
Ultimately peer at each other,
Lenses locked on the mystery
Seeded in our cells and the stars.
Electrons and galaxies whirl
Around hearts thick and dense
With dark illusions of stasis.
A nucleus splits, a sun supernovas,
And somehow we still go on,
Eyes clamped tight to the tubes
Tying us always to the questions
Our instruments strive to answer,
Face-to-face on the edge of forever.
This is IT! "The edge of forever"...that place Bob Dylan was talking about: "Down the foggy ruins of time; far past the frozen leaves; the haunted, frightened trees; out to the windy beach; far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow." So many questions Out There...your poetry is inspiring.
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