Written for my father.

Things are getting clearer. The trajectory we are in the grips of greater things are we held tight together.

We have gained momentum we have escaped the grasp of gravity and head to unexplored places.

Relative lumenosity stars that are closer appear brighter than equally bright objects at a distance. So brightness can be observed but not verified.

Is she a machine or a woman who has covered herself with shiny reflective metal. Do you see yourself or do you see her.

The exploded dust of old stars drift outward glowing blue, purple and red. Slowly gaining electrons and drifting ever outward from what was to what will be.