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