Astronomer After Bryan Waller Procter Pre-Existence Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

I wander all alone and play with pebbles on the beach,
And wonder at bright Milky Way, sight other men might reach.
Though thither I won't wend my way, I try my best, I teach
To students how strange comets stray; upon spin orbits preach.

What seems a complex interplay of matter dark and light,
As magnet must attract - I stay for days before stars bright
A billion light years far away, and find therein delight,
Dwell on gravitational sway should mankind's future flight
Discover, reinvent, doorway beyond Moon Mars, naught bars
Further foray, stray, seeds laid along way to far stars.

From Hubble's bubble telescope to images online,
from NASA exploration's scope and information mine,
To Voyager myopic; mind curves off from fixed straight line,
Thought processes must cope with dark hole, quasar, quark or dine
On solar storm or grope with RNA's helix grapevine
Unknown to sect's rope, mitred pope, fools' falsehood pantomime,
To louts who slouch about, doubt, mope, fops fearing search sublime.
Imagine bio-allotropes which ‘human' redefine,
Imagine man's historic hopes confronting space and time.

Meanwhile, on Earth, the bill to pay is high, pollution palls,
Factory volcano grey: short-sightedness appals
When greed holds sway, and every day cupidity claims thralls
Yet scarce enthralls, f[r]ee market's ruthless competition calls,
With vested interests' rights of way, pride rides before steep falls.