Blue Jets, Red Sprites, Gigantic Jets

Reverse the better advice—
Start with something you don’t know,
Something that might startle you,

And keep folding and folding
Until you get to something
Bearing a strong resemblance

To what you already knew.
That’s the truth. Truth never gets
Closer to the bone than that,

Sharply written paper cuts
From some weird origami
You folded of the unknown.

Just a few decades ago,
You were a child and the world
Didn’t know from transient

Luminous events at night.
But they were happening, and
Nothing can unhappen them.