Verse 14
They call the distant one the Heavenly King Star, and the title is larger than the pale disk requires.
They call the distant one the Heavenly King Star, and the title is larger than the pale disk requires.
Heavenly kings, earthly kings, kitchen kings: names grow crowns faster than heads deserve them.
Yet there is dignity in the far blue world precisely because it does not administer us.
No tax descends from it. No decree survives the distance.
The true heavenly king may be the king who leaves you alone.
A court astrologer bowed to the planet. A carpenter continued repairing the roof.
Rain entered only the astrologer's house.
The carpenter later apologized for lacking reverence. The astrologer asked to borrow a bucket.
Thus heaven and practicality exchanged teachings.
At night the king-star remained beyond naked sight, present without demanding attention.
This is a refined form of power.
The loud ruler requires witnesses. The distant one permits forgetting.
I bow not to Uranus, but to whatever in me can see a title and remain ungoverned by it.