we sat in the valley of the Carina Nebula

surrounded by mountains in space,
                    glittering bright,
In awe of the universe, a humbling sight
so stellar a nursery, where stars are thrust
playfully they swirl within cosmic gas and dust

a colorful canvas, a sight to behold,
a celestial masterpiece, millions of years old,
we see new stars emerge, so bright and vast
as a dying stars light dims; far into the past

The Southern Ring Nebula and its infinites of chance

your will was law, until you became a prisoner to fate and circumstance
you had both experiences of being a god and barely existing in a deterministic world, in which you could not advance
some infinities are larger than others, you feel under chance

The Successions and Separations in Stephan’s Quintet 

You don’t always get back what you put in
I felt depression when it pulled away a friend
you can follow in succession, i’d love to see you again
the gravity of its suggestion as it whispered in the wind
but it’s a wonderful life I questioned;
staring at the cut marks on his skin
you were alive against stupendous odds but felt oppression;
I wish your time we could extend
most people who could exist to see the sunset do not,
sadly in the end

the Pillars of Creation and the drear of existence 

Falling from a great height is one of my biggest fears;
but I fall year after year
gravity you brought me here, do you look at me and jeer?
our existence is a relation I experience with drear
we are two aspects of the same process, that inevitably cohere
you lock me in a sphere
you hold me so severe
gravity, are you always so insincere?