Before you, universal Earth,
perfected cosmic centerpiece,
enduring rest, revolved by sun,
our moon, and wanderers discerned.

An egocentric dream too long.

And then your model, like a clock,
startling hearts from slumbrous orbs:
awakened pupils, solar light,
heretical astronomies

yet reverent in the mass of all.

You shattered axes of false worlds,
releasing views like whirligigs
astray from rash initial twirls
once momentum gains to cease

a vicious circle's vertigo:

how reeling revelations rise,
religious quests attest new sights
past mortal orders of their day,
where, verily, truth sets you free.

Your genesis of enquiry.