Thou undiscovered groom of lunar origin.
Thou monolith to time unmeasured.
Sing to us thou ebony historian
Awake our brains to thy eternal treasures.
What dimensions unfold within thy ratio?
What waits beyond the gates thou guard?
Is it to death or to God I go
If through thy portal I pass unmarred?
Rational messages are practical, but those in code
Are more utile still, therefore, ye lights flash on!
Saturday, December 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: space,universe