“e pur si muove”

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.