The Doppler Clock
I see them mapped,
Those curious axes,
Of then to now —
And now to there —
A most uncommon graph.
Hark to the moment nearly here —
In flash it comes —
Mere moment to receive it —
Goes it then thence a race away,
Inverse to how it came,
And somehow just the same.
Copyright © Alice Reynolds | Year Posted 2025
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