the sun

the sun
resurrects itself
each day
whether we
like it
or not

Copernicus fucked with the heavenly bodies,
screwed over their relationships
until what used to be
scattered into the indifferent heavens

a revolution of consequences so vast,
the sun stopped in its tracks
and waited
for the earth (and the others)
to come ‘round

meteors crash-
changing orbits
and even small minds

history spirals ever after-
not happily perhaps
but consistently

the sun
resurrects itself
each day
whether we
like it
or not