by Gideon Burton
Let's engineer the nebulae, compress
the early elements toward a mass
of sparking hydrogen, this stellar mess
persuade into a string of pearls to last
as long as Adam's atoms trace their way
along fresh generations -- who will choose
their own elliptic orbits, how they'll prey
upon the fertile days, find ways to lose
their way, to weight the swallowed gravities
surpassing Jupiters in poisoned mass.
And let them sound the darker cavities,
cosmographies confounding present past.
We've known the primal chaos lost in cold.
We'll see Him light new suns from those grown old.
Photo: flickr - NASA Goddard Photo and Video