A sweaty, surly recluse,
With a cigar dangling from his lips,
Polishes the vast concave telescope mirror.
When he’s done stripping away
Layer after layer of dust and debris,
The inward looking glass
Reveals the most distant star.

- imagery inspired by a passage in First Light, by Richard Preston

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Michelle Claus

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