Curtains - Vintersorg

The curtains never fall — they only rise

At the cosmic theatre

Standing ovations came at the 15 billion-mark"

Blurs and vague impressions aside —

The engineer, the director

Had the galaxies disposed, and then exposed

For the explorers who never took an answer for an answer

A matter of time — not space

How far linearity has permitted us to see

Outwards means backwards in a universe so vast

Stretched in time, see it commence

— a set of celestial fragments

At immeasurable expanses

How far a flicker can force itself

Through dimness, through fields of emission

The shine slowly turning red

A burgundy sense of distance

An overturned curtain call

— the velvety draperies eternally rising

Into infinite blurs of timelessness

For an audience correctly dressed in

Extravagant suits of flaming curiosity

The witnesses and surveyors of celestial enchantment

Hunted by distance and time

The curtain reluctantly withdraws

A prelude to the swirling drama:

Creation — formation — design

Or deduction — destruction — collapse

— all depending on the angle