Seek phenomena find experience
Those fine images from Hubble and Webb
Looking glasses in space
Of which one wears spectacles
Give substance over to artists
Who translate information
Into intelligible color
That scandalous element
In the eye of the beholder
Battering chaos godlike into cosmos
Or seeming so
Galileo’s mirror translated mere size
But let new planets to swim into our ken
While scientists now cull the dark matter of data
Cuneiform of zeroes and ones
Objective truth being both invisible and blind

No wonder then we take refuge
In the fictions of display
Solemn church museum or prison house
Or in waggish worlds verbal or pictorial
We migrate over the borders of space and time
Imagining them real in diurnal round
To the displeasure of puritans and pundits
Hence some say translate to traduce
The nurse on Penny Lane
Feels as if she’s in a play
But she is anyway twice over
And some suppose that our lives
Are tales told by an idiot
But what does Macbeth know of life
Except to take it away
At least his Lady knows to nurse a child