On the Perpetual Certainty of Poems

Just as they laughed at Azophi's
crude cloud constellations
later coined the galaxies
and corrected Kepler's
widely obtuse orbits

so too will future committees
and young academics find fault
in our modern understanding
of the anatomy of quarks
and the love-hate relationship
between quasars and black holes.

But no one will ever
have proper authority
or power of fact
to correct me when I say
that your eyes burn like novas
with more color than the Cat's Eye Nebula

and no one can refute my massive
mathematical error when I say
that even though I love you
you will always be light years
away from me.