When looking out into the starry night
The blackness that we see is just a mask;
This shrouded veil conceals our darkest light,
And stores our nameless theories in its cask.
It’s absence shapes and bends what can be seen,
And sets us on a righteous, testing task
To try and map the darkness in between.
We try in vein to find your missing key,
To glimpse the ghost that’s lost in the machine.
Yet whilst your spectral stars are faint to see,
There’s nothing hidden in your galaxy.
A composite colour image of the NGC1052-DF2 galaxy (Image credit: Gemini Observatory/NSF/AURA/Keck/Jen Miller).
This is a terza rima, inspired by recent research about
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