I have swung with Galileo, selling new world
views to lonely sorrowers in the spotlight
of collapsed suns
The conversions are isochronous; from speculation
to contempt with the pull of a string
as minds are drawn back
It’s easier to tuck heresies between my legs
one hundred at a time
than to tumble these crumbling towers
Regardless of weight, worth or birth
all things will fall
views to lonely sorrowers in the spotlight
of collapsed suns
The conversions are isochronous; from speculation
to contempt with the pull of a string
as minds are drawn back
It’s easier to tuck heresies between my legs
one hundred at a time
than to tumble these crumbling towers
Regardless of weight, worth or birth
all things will fall
It could be worse