Videre Recte

In the 22nd century, a mysterious birth
Spawned a portentous man most terrible of sight;
His prodigious condition was the cause of much mirth
To those who loved science; but to some, t'was a fright.

For the man could not see what was near to his face,
What he held in his arms, what he heard passing by;
He could just scarcely make out the nearer parts of space,
What was largest were places ne'er seen by man's eye.

So the scientists prodded the unhappy man:
"O tell us, what colors are prominent there?
And could you describe their relative spans?
And could we take X-rays and samples of hair?

If we master the outskirts, we'll know where we're from,
And why we are here, and what we might gain!"
But the man to them whispered, in a tremor most glum,
"O tell me of the heavens just after a rain."