Center of the universe

You are the moon 

but I am the sun

what would you be 

if it wasn't for me 

a dark rock 

of shadowy gravity

pulling everything 

towards its sad mystery 

of nothingness

even when I'm unseen

in the night sky

you depend on my light 

to shine

your very image 

is quite possibly 

a privilege 

contingent on my existence

on my luminosity 

any attention you get 

any interest 

in you

is limited to 

my brightness

what makes you amazing 

is your phases 

and that's simply a reflection of my likeness

because I radiate

and you barely glow

I am sublime

and you are merely an echo

illumination is something you are incapable 

of producing on your own

I'm a complicated process

heated by incandescent nuclear fusion

and you are much less complex

an illusion 

of a gleam

basking in my essence

and mirroring back my beam

you are but a satellite 

caught in the orbit of everything that revolves around me