My Copernican Revolution

The throngs of dusk arouse my waning eyes;
Through cricket rhythms and restless leaves, a world
Nocturnal trespasses on dormant life.
Attention scouts beyond my bed, unfurls
The veil of metropolitan twilight,
Then bolts 'cross leagues and leagues on vision's wisp
And halts--held fast by shades of rural night.
Still wonder wicks toward an arid abyss:
Ascending, filling, swelling ancient skies
With swirling thoughts--my triumph in a Rome
Asleep. Freed wits revolve where spurned myths climb,
And gaze down on windows of their home--
Where anxious eyes explore a cosmic storm,
From hollows where a lost soul once kept warm.