Where light touches the permafrost
like a thousand glittering crystals
breaking apart the spectrum
a diffuse vision of a thousand galaxies
in the height of these mountains
rising to even greater dreams
the God of optics and calculus
this is his museum now
where nature meets the scientist
and all mysteries like the Prime Mover
disoccultulate like a lover's body
this universe, known, a comfort
I love to know.
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