Poetry

Heliocentric

Laughing at Icarus as you watched him fall,
you built your fortress: a heavy investment in happiness.
Imagining a life of light suffusing the courtyard,
you made the walls high and covered the ground with mirrors.

But the sun will not be told where to shine,
mirrors produce blinding glare,
and glass breaks—just like Icarus did.

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