Horizons describe the limit
And so the partial eye
Needs satellites and telescopes
To peer out beyond the sky,
Where, dashed all across the heavens,
A profusion of suns
Pierce an unqualified darkness
Unbounded by horizons.
Searching for gods and archangels
(By which blind souls are cursed)
Reveals a realm of asteroids
And comets that flew there first.
Receivers finely tuned into
Radio waves broadcast
From the beginning, when barely
The very first moment passed.
What then of the observer, where
Should observation begin?
In the depths of deeper space or
Even more deeply within.
For all the light the stars shine through
That darkness, clever man
Can’t make instruments to measure
What lies beyond human ken.
No matter how far out or back
Searches the partial mind,
Observers must forever be
Aware they’re partially blind.
Dave Alton
(2015)
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