And still, it moves.
The great man knew.
He couldn’t let go
of the naked truth
of its scope, its beauty,
but worship science?
The powers will not have it;
the solution: cognitive dissonance.
Galileo.
Like him, I know.
He knew the center:
Solitary and
unworshipped by nature–
roughed out of bonds by
obvious revolutions;
no soul, no sin, no hell: conflict unmasked.
The Middle Way.
Active, boundless,
released from the poles,
from the need for truth
for its scope, its beauty,
but worship feared god?
Conscience cannot abide it;
like the planets, I am, I move, I thrive.
Reality needs no ticket for admission.
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Emily Badovinac is a writer from the Colorado Springs area.
