The Universe

What sad provocation with rain divination what poverty bursts this dity this verse he held his hand high did he not touch the sky black middle night these lines I did write What purpose you ask My mind is like cloth Into this dispair these thoughts do appear Each star in the heavens including the sun atomic explosions yes each every one each star in the night sky is really a sun the distance makes little yes each everyone Solar mists of hidden time the planets a roving the meteors climb black night space surrounds this space and still we have the hidden face black matter still unknown when will we learn of your hidden thrown