The Zenith is what I seek
But I stand here where I can only peak
At how the mighty Universe, ever so bleak,
Managed to conceive.
An array of etheric bodies as far as one’s eye can see
Constellation, unjust word indeed
For an omen that bleeds
Wisdom for those who seek
Yet mankind has always believed
That its secrets it
has unveiled
Through cosmology and
astrology
Oh, how naïve!
With their mere satellite, they cannot perceive
Your vast candidness
And utter mystic
Vexed, yes, I feel
And await, bound by your gravity
The communion that only I can receive
So send your meteorite
Universe, ever so bleak.
That I can only seek.
