Array

All those telescopes in tune,

filling a field,

expectant listening,

receiving and distilling,

attentive and moving by fractions,

planted and supple

 

and not just yin,

but also thrust,

the vivid squint skywards

beyond what is known,

the questing thirst

to find new edges

from which to stretch

 

the field collective,

harnessing the brightest on offer,

pooling vigilance and spark,

patience and push,

mirrors sharing perspectives,

eternal changing views.

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