Observatory

 

To the north

And maybe through

An ozone layer

 

They peer into

Convex-concave

Holes to note

 

In quiet, confident

Accented tones

Of practice

And of speech

 

Jupiter disappears

Then returns

Again to view

 

And while

Watching another

Galaxy, discoveries

Follow with small

Gasps

 

This is an age

Of receiving

Messages of

Broadcasts,

Messages of

Design—they

 

Transmit, and

Now we can look

And glimpse

Moments of

Creation

 

Circles

On a page

 

From one who

Owns the book

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