Cimmerian Realm Poem by Harley White

IRAS satellite in its pics
took vision strange and eerie
which has the power to transfix
imaginations dreary.

This portrait of the haunting view
evoked hallucination
of realm macabre through and through,
outlandish in creation…

Here incogitant beings dwell
bounded by clouds that conceal,
in a tranced oblivious spell
that makes mirage seem real.

They're trapped in awakening false,
traipsing through lifetime jejune
or mad, like in Mephisto waltz
out of tempo, out of tune.

When their day has done its damage
and the dark comes plunging down,
night birds cluster in the ramage
shrieking o'er chimeric town.

Nor does the dawning bring relief;
for aura caliginous
clings as recurrent leitmotif
of dimness indigenous…

Could there be an analogy
twixt them and our human race
as rendered in hypallage
of supposed deluded place?

But stepping back to gaze afar
from deeper space perspective
though not outside of where we are
in Milky Way's collective,

against a sea of velvet black
is seen a stellary lair
with charcoal billowed cul-de-sac
floating aloft in midair.

That evocative shadow-scape
sports a brilliant boomerang
which is crowning the mourning crepe
to vividly overhang.

The luminance enigmatic
lends an air of ghostly sheen
to the nebula dramatic
in this striking Hubble scene.

Like snow-capped crest shining whitely
midst the murky mountains bleak,
the arced inverted V brightly
glows atop the upper peak—

a lineament to remind
that there's more than meets the eye
in earthly world of humankind
where we mortals live and die.

For true enlightenment inheres,
like the music of the spheres.