Astronomer
Astronomer
If the universe created me
to be its cosmic conscience
And all else, I presumed to be,
turned out demonstrable nonsense
What could I say to reconcile
this awfully sickening fact
I'd concede defeat gracefully and,
take it all back
But I'm looking at the darkness
and an ever wheeling sky
knowing my ancestors learned stuff...
like the value of pi
Achieving this state of satisfaction
by the application of science
Coming to this startling conclusion,
and left our myths behind us
For some, the vast majority,
the complex need not be referred
For them the assistance of a deity,
Woo-woo, supernatural and prayer
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