Timer Town

How to accept no agency
in a world I'd love to move?

That's a failure of education:
my ant soul wants to work
while my human antennae
refuse to be managed.

Repeat, that's the two-arrowed
circle, cycling by gears 
on terrestrial fears
and garrisons abutted
by drunk coffee bars.

Into the mist:
overdone, like lunar verse,
I said the moon won't rise
and Galileo called Jupiter
and identified the center 
of a sun system, down on its
luck, with one fewer god.