Almagest

In the dead of night An old man is looking at the sky He is trying to describe The movements challenging his mind The planets’ flow is so strange While Earth is standing still The center of the universe Is at the base of the heaven’s sphere I predict motions of the stars In a cosmic dance of constellations The Almagest is my sacred key, My mathematical obsession Day by day he keeps on work In the walls of Alexandria! Formulas and complex terms Lead him to insomnia. Logic is beyond faith And the book will predict Trajectories and fates For another thousand years!

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025