Sonnet Xlvii

As the Earth revolves around its dear Sun So, too, do I revolve around my verse I understand not why the only one Who dares to read it wants to reimburse What they previously put in their purse As all that matters is easily found In here, unless they wished to find my curse Marvelous mutterings make their own sound Upon the frostbitten, heatbitten ground - Don’t tell me you can’t their breaking hearts From lost revolvers, weighing but a pound In the universal car’s broken parts We are the oil, unwanted but we Roam the stars for our immortality