The Universe Was Orange, Once.

even if you tried.
cold-pressed, freezed time. You could never, as leading space-analysts say,
reach the very end of Outer Space. It is
an elastic band that never snaps,
stretched from the wrist of God to the thumb of The Spirit
pulled taut, about to fling, our Universe ever expanding.
Microwaves flicker, those frequencies that beget the human flesh
Our King Star, an Ediolon. Perfection of Ideas and thus, of our mutual Creation.
Mathematic Soothsayers dictate to hungry but feeble
unscientific minds, that outer space
was all orange cast a few billion years ago (does that mean a few billion light
years away it still is?) They say it was entirely Magma.
like the core of our Earth.
Over time it  grew, like an Oracle's premontions, the visible
light turned infrared. Invisible to Us
But radiating all the same.