Liberty Pareidolia Poem by Harley White

In Arm Sagittarius, Milky Way,
we earthlings were welcomed with warm embrace
for proliferation at rapid pace
of myriad life forms in grand array.
A cloudscape statue in cosmic survey
colossally raises beacon in space
‘midst masses of stardust which interlace
with nebula's pareidolic display.

Oh lady iconic of shape opaque,
what secrets empyreal might you guard,
or have you appeared to humans awake
with lifted torch, as sidereal bard,
in lesson ironic for mortal ache
of how to achieve transmigration starred?


Vast astral creation is going on
within NGC three five seven six
where forceful winds wend their way through the mix
from heavenly bodies that liaison
to contour the looping filaments drawn
among celestial stelliferous cliques
and thus resemblance to sculpture affix
of Bartholdi's monument paragon.

About nine thousand light-years from where we
as earth dweller species swagger and prance
lies likeness to Statue of Liberty,
a gift to US from country of France
with poem for those who ‘yearn to breathe free'
in famed Emma Lazarus sonnet's stance.


Dimensions commingle above, below;
galactic domains are born as they die,
begetting each other in endless sky;
past, present, and future together flow,
unfathomable in their quid pro quo
in infinite reaches of realms on high,
as time of our lives seems to pass us by;
eternity in eternal tableau.

And yet on our tiny blue solar sphere,
world-wide as behavior eludes us still.
Oft dominated by hatred and fear
we frenziedly seek desire to fulfill.
Can anything prompt us to keep peace here?
Perhaps pareidolic silhouette will.