The brave fool who advanced a model of the Earth’s movement
developed a magnificent idea,
was regarded as insane,
and then died.
The rhythm of Copernicus’ breath
turns the worm-eaten ten into a starlit sky.
The stars turn.
In accordance with Copernicus’ breath.
I fly freely
though Copernicus’ starlit sky.
Eventually, I’ll break off from the swing
and become a constellation.
I’ll become Copernicus’ constellation.