By Jupiter! By Bacchus!: Against Humility

In the black ooze of the sky,

where golden spangling stars alight,

Jupiter, alone at its zenith

inhales the wispy galactic night

and knows it will always be

lonely drifting in the mortal dark

ether, with lurking stars dripping

over the Gaia's distant green park

cos' stars were never enough

to rise from the black nadir, and up

into the remote and empty nebula

to drink from Bacchus' drinking cup —

and drunken Jupiter, alone, towers

the stars, the Earth and its ground

for once upon a time, it dared

to think beyond the common crowd

and forge its history in the cloud

of planets and celestial objet d'art

that whistle to the interminable tune

of red Jupiter's bellowing chant.