On the other side of the zodiac
I turned and looked back
Everything outside me flipped
So it was all inside me now
It's true I was the cosmos
While sitting on my porch
Just as Ptolemy suggested
From out there we're all stars
And the earth the youngest
So it knows the least of who
It must grow up to be
I could see that when I
Stood back from the painting
In the mirror at the back of the room
The little hazy face of memory
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