"The Sin Sonnets (A Redouble)" by Amy Newman

Greed Desire won’t submit to rationings.

Or is it: rationing won’t quit desires?

The problem’s whether form controls the fires that free will to covetous hunger brings.

The heavens simulate an ordered plan where planets, luminous, seem to trace paths, to flash their dreamy greens and blues in maths, but how they rotate in attention, span a wandering of wants, of deprivations.

The word planet comes from the Greek: to wander.

Under these spheres, we reproduce their lacks, and hover in erratic constellations.

Thus swerving, planet drifts form night’s bright blurs, or when they stray too far, the sky’s deep blacks.