Philolaus

In the center stands
The fortress, Zeus'
Oven, guarding
Ether's seed, the pupil
Of the burning globe,
The penetration of its light.

Around revolves
The starry circle, sphere
Of fixed illuminations,
Through which medium
Refracting light ignites
The sun, our moon.

Below the moon, the planets lurch
Through cycling births,
The variations of the earth
In its distinction from the sun
Effect the dawn and bring the day
Upon the hidden truth of stars.

The Antichthon has never known its twin,
And apart from the eclipse's sign,
Remains obscure. Beyond some way
Of tripling triples, darkness, until opposites
Define an edge; lapse
Relapses to return, and emptiness
Extinguishes the burn.