Ye map makers who wish to be followed to the ends of
Your earth; ye makers of confirmation through the choices
Of reviewers, five stars make a constellation with a north
One. And yet, these stars do not acknowledge their relations
From your perspective. Millions of miles stand in the way,
Not to mention the angle of incidental (and old) light
Contacting your eyes, irrelevant to the source that
Could have gone out or changed tone or even location
In the intervening years. Fuck Copernicus, though!
The center of the universe is this precise spot, and
While you cannot merge with it, you can follow the
Dance that was danced to get here, by this One, the
One who describes the way, following in Lao Tzu's
Footsteps, but not at all, because the same problems
With time and speed apply, and your imitation will
Be a whimper on a stone thrown across the universe.
Roman Ryan 