Webb
Seraphim and cherubim must now
Work overtime to keep heaven’s
Machinery lubed for its dying
And living galactic concoctions
They have been flying at us
At the speed of light for light years
Beyond our comprehension
Now a gift of Webb’s eyeball
As enticing and mysterious as God
A sea of nebula, stars and galaxies
A dance of light and energy
As prone to death as we are
As fascinating and complex
As we could be
If we tried a little harder
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