Standing on the unsure path

of an untranslatable language,

polishing the syntax of words 

as if it were precision lenses,

trying to see a little further

in the vastness and ambiguity

of an interior universe,

before the tenous ligth 

of this fragile mind vanishes

and the pulsating star dust beat 

stops giving any kind of signal

of his presence in the universe...

Based on a superficial reading of a poem by Adrienne Rich,  who was thinking at the moment of writing her poem, of Caroline Herschel astronomer, sister of William; and others.