Peter S. Quinn - Deep Sky

The time is moving by
Like spurs of sliver threads
Opening its deep sky
With many gleaming beads
The lots of Incidental Stars
In light oceans faraway
Time's yesteryears scars
Before coming of the day

Hold on to what you know
For nothing is for certain
This stage is just a show
To draw up a later curtain
We see the same afternoon
Before it leaves here on
The dark site of the moon
Never into sight then drawn

What slips between the two?
The sense and knowledge give
Are we seeing clearly through?
Or can't we that great relive
What’s outside there invisible?
From the exposed human eye
Into too many realities divisible
And each one to each - apply

Peter S. Quinn

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