On the Mathematically Sublime

“That is sublime in comparison with which everything else is small… That is sublime which even to be able to think of demonstrates a faculty of the mind that surpasses every measure of the senses… Nature is thus sublime in those of its appearances the intuition of which brings with them the idea of its infinity.” – Immanuel Kant (1724-1804).
 
Looked through the wrong way,
The telescope shrinks giants,
Casting them distant
diminished.
The microscope, respected,
Amplifies the dust mote
Up to the magnitude of a world.
Comprehend the galaxy on Orion’s belt
Apprehend the war prevented,
shapeless mountain mass graves
pyramidal tombs of ice
a dark and raging sea of blood,
Monstrous and terrible,
Colossal and magnificent.
I think the infinite therefore,
noumenon vibrating,
Moved from calm contemplation,
grounded in supersensible substratum,
Sublime.