Praying for Saturn’s Return


Last to leave the earth

destroyed by your impiety,

I remain pure to this day.


First, father executed mother,

leaving me imprisoned in

a bronze reign to establish


the Church as I see fit…

poets and playwrights, children

for whom I bear nothing


but your culture’s renaissance:

joy and love, oriented only

by my “non-mathematical”


revelation of your planet’s

staid motion.  Discover!

Track your Beast – analytic,


observant – through the night

perceptive with memories

to balance your physics.


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