As all those planets passed me by,
I ever wondered- was it them or I
holding the earth in this position?
I've called it a stupid superstition,
yet must point out how odd I feel
assuming that this eternal wheel
would pick just any empty fools
to mold into the vacuum's tools
before pulling the world away.
I know to them I couldn't say,
but if I did, I would explain
I’m more than just a brain-
I too am all the universe,
undivided in a hearse.