with a flyby from far space to us/our awareness begins with the sight of a new dot in the night sky/and we train better-than-human eyes on the dot/and learn more

those rocks with volatiles we call comets are such former and future dots

sky scrutiny is as burgeoning as the supernova blast-debris we now image and display

and here at home we make stuff/with sensoria and solar-power paneling/that are at ground level the size of large animals or tiny houses/but are destined to ride controlled explosiveness into the sky/to become dots/out-there messengers of the realities/that have piqued our curiosity

this dot-forming impulse has the power to be our salvation/or our undoing

the one will require sanity

the other its lack