Mysterium Cosmographicum - Archivist

Planetary masses and their functions

In the grand gallery of bodies

Mine is caught in motes of

Madness and insanity

The voice may just be me

For I am vehicle for the message

The constellation of gods dynamic

The fair and perfect equation

The body sinless and triumphant

Sings from the godhead

And his son, through the

Blessed polygon

What do you know of this?

You speak so assuredly

I hope to surmise the will of God

Within the heavenly spheres

To expand upon Copernicus

To find the guiding hand of the father

The eyes of god in fiery will

His son the child in rotation

The hollow gulf his spirit

The gulf is far from empty

The quarks and gluons

Sing with brief vibrato hymn

For the heavens are not lonely

And calm my own anxieties

I search high and low

But I do not find the patient hand

And I find this vexing

Tell me of the true vacuum

The empty face of god

Octahedron

Icosahedron

Dodecahedron

Tetrahedron

Cube