By Chris Wharton
Date: 12 June 2000
Copernican Love
When once all was peace in this remote celestial sphere,
perturbations now come which pervade my fear
and shatter my guarded orb.
As broken I am bare; her lovely warmth I absorb.
Neither stagnant in my station, nor fixed anymore.
I am hap'ly victimized.
A cosmic revolution, my defense is compromised.
And in her presence, I am revitalized,
bathed with her rays of beauty.
She has deigned to be my sun, so it is my duty
to revolve around her in cosmological idolatry.
But I am not fixed, only fixated.
Dynamic now, my movement is dictated
by the gravity of her being; my isolation is frustrated.
And there is no want of escape nor need for fleeing.
For I am fully content now with my being
about her center, for I am now seeing
the grandeur of this scheme.
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