out of the deep

unplumbable depths thought forms an abyss
out of which swim shapes beautiful and strange
not monsters these they neither roar nor hiss
but immense and universal is their range
motions in memory are portents of the new
the entities that surface though are old
what they can see is only what we view
what they know is all that we've been told
yet they have power that we cannot achieve
an elegance that's far beyond our making
their limits only what we can conceive
their boundaries nonetheless beyond our taking
unmarred they are by our own toils and cares
and hearkening to the music of the spheres