Idle people would love to believe
The Earth is fixed, stationary, sound and stable
A permanent abode set specifically for their caprice
Which none would dare disturb even casually
Archangels would guard them against all possible mishaps
Willingly spread out carpets splendidly gorgeous
Arrange banquets precisely for them with love intense
They would mount notes hilarious in praise of idleness
That outright rejects the slightest urge to open the eyes
To the light of amazing facts that proclaim the vastness
And majesty of the Universe, dazzlingly mysterious
Awakened eyes could get a clearer and closer glimpse
Into the cosmic dance and the viewers would find themselves
Dancing along with the Universe, bidding adieu, forever, to idleness
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