The earth moves round the sun, as science states
It must, and the moon likewise moves round
earth.
So the universe, obeying the fates,
Goes on, all in their properly placed berth.
I remember her hair brushed against my lip,
I remember the taste of her coral sea.
That refreshing vintage I'd often sip.
I remember her angel voice, calling me
To her side, my eyes drinking her beauty.
But my love has gone away, I am dearth,
Across this reasoned universe to be
In someone else's properly placed berth.
And, being a proper creature of reason,
Know the course to take, place to head
the gun.
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