Ourselves wanderers,
taking leave on
ships—
distances
miscalculated,
sailing toward
unknown lands.
We vanish on the
horizon,
as do constellations
drift,
never having reached
the edge.
We write stories,
diverse and unique,
shaped by our own
perspectives.
We dive deeper upon
discovery,
of truths that do
not fit
our own narratives.
Mercury, Venus,
Mars,
Jupiter, Saturn—
puzzle pieces,
not
moving east to west
predicting
positions, but lacking proofs.
Are we, or are we
not,
at the center of it?
Following our starry
pleasures
into the serried
multitude,
until our feet no
longer touch the Earth—
finding ourselves
untethered,
jetting through
unoccupied space,
harnessing the laws
of planetary motion,
caught in the orbit,
questioning matters
both dark and
reflective.
The gravity,
governing, forceful,
and unseen;
we cast our shadows
unifying celestial
and terrestrial physics.
While our moon
eclipses us
it is not the only
distinct satellite
simply the one we
know best.
And our solar
system, perhaps
an in-unique feature
of the greater
cosmos,
also wandering
an uncharted expanse,
following an
imperfect circle,
influenced by forces
still mysterious to
us,
as we build rockets
to boldly go
where no one has
gone before.
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