Hubble

Hubble (Not Trouble)
1-3-18

Commenced in severity
Three so is me
Like roots that reach deep from a high tree
As to lavish and partake in ones paunch
Seventy-three seconds after takeoff
I will survive in reaching the stratosphere
At the chime of seven I got her started
Coming into territory uncharted
As Atlantic storms are ready
And we need it stormy
And at the break of day
I take to the sky
Reason enough to with tears of joy, cry
In groups of old stars
All is complete
Stay with it and talk about it
According to You
In capabilities of entering
What is operational
All is complete today in exploration....





Our Astro-Ant
1-3-18

Assuming the privelage
But not to take for granted this right
Stars are still in clear sight
And I must hang on loosely but don't let go
For my ninth and first time and another jaded rhyme
If we choose to see it this way
Blurred in stellar images like the elephant
We free it in a world where every artist has his testament
And every book is sacred
In being one of few to see it
This way under magnetic effect
The answer to our prayers
Two stars at work
Keeping the burial a secret no longer
Now that I am made stronger
Don't get caught
Continually upgraded
God have me to make it today....