The sun never rises and never sets,
heliocentric understanding knows
each new day is never new but the same.
Sure, one revolution makes a day, bets
uninsured by the house to our beliefs,
never does the sun stop, the flower grows
nevertheless while the sun shines, a game
engaged in growth and rest, still we insist,
vision is not to blame, we watch the reefs
each in turn lose color, our thermal heat
rises year after year, yet years take days,
revolving on an axis, as we beat
in summer the heat, in winter the grays,
sun in motion itself, never resist
each urge to make sense of separate events,
sun is sun, earth is earth, in a system,
ancient in observation, but our time,
needless to say has been short, commonsense
decisions rule our choice to continue
never to see phenomena, since Lem,
erroneously charged with one false crime,
viewing the natural world as default,
each phenomenon is separate, blue
rivers flow reflecting the sky, the lie
set before us, to see past illusion,
even our beliefs are muddled, the sky
takes the form of a dome, our delusion
seeks a simple solution, without fault.
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