The Hand Of God, Mathematician

For Johannes Kepler

As Orion rises,

the wanderers explore the sky

in their inexorable

spirals and ellipses,

on a journey

of forever falling

towards perihelion.

The cosmos follow his laws

yet he knows it not.

And they

know not his name.

Rather than guiding them in their paths,

with mighty hands,

he makes his time

dwelling inside rectangular prisms.

Stone upon stone stacked to form

his five perfect solids,

that obsess him. In

Death-grey solitude

I charge thee.

Discover

a harmony of observation

and the architecture of the gods.

When surrounded

by flickering lights unnumbered.

In thy room

In thy mind

In thy heavens

And let those prosecutors

fear the vast blackness

that consumes your mind.

For they never shall realize

the truth of thy Somnium.

Searing wind

Orb of flame

Speak to this man

God and stars alike

Will his hand to movement