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Theoria 4


Eyes: giant eyes
dragging their black

through the luminous stardust
searching on Jupiter's moons

in the withered, blasphemous
truth

of the night.
A cape cowled over a shadowed head,

the moonstruck whispers,
astronomical numbers,

occult as a sorcerer's incant
to priests

steeped in the blood of the martyrs.
A hand is raised in the Holy See

heads are bowed
the benediction

glances cast to the ground
the Latin blessing sounds.

Soft rain of starlight is falling
raining from timedawn

on the ancient forests
stretching back to dark ages in sleep.

The medieval skies
the mind on fire

the hypothesis formed
Copernicus confirmed

look up
as he did

long ago
when stars burst inside him

locked in man's dungeon of God
wounded

Galileo.



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