A light so travelling distant, lonely, cold, mostly continuing some this spark of stopping, eye and answer--what where from & where & shall return. From dust did god made hot light watt, man & unman. To dust less less & less& less. To cool and cool. To calm and calm. To come back white less white less white, more not more not more less more not. What dark and cooling dust! And god, if unchanging, reveals.
What on not-earth & earth! ...do they get up to?, playing about the warm colored happy cacophonies--the lives of the lives, the lives & the lives, & the lives & the lives of the planets & stars & the stars?
Copernicus overturned the table of Ptolemy. Let us call this our God of Heaven & forget the ways our God is swayed & remember to fear the new in our new day. When the old of the round & center will fade. Made new again around a flaring. We somewhere forth forget what God is wearing. Tycho’s egg, that cracked and replaced the wheel.
