a fly speck on an orange
Cut-text poem created on ilustration from an out-of-copyright article called “The Earth’s Interior.” The cut text is from the 1874 work, “The Stars and the Earth, Or, Thoughts Upon Space, Time, and Eternity.”
—tychogirl
Through binoculars / I leave my narrow world for / an ocean of stars.
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Up from Earth’s Centre through the Seventh Gate
I rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate,
And many Knots unravel’d by the Road;
But not the Master-Knot of Human Fate
From core of Earth to Saturn’s apogee,
I loosed the knots of heaven’s mystery;
The barriers of fake and fraud I crossed,
Yea, all the bars save that of Destiny.