A Moon’s Perspective

The evicted moon had rendezvoused with a pair of co-orbiting gas giants,
An unlikely permutation in the cosmic dance;

Don’t you worry, they said,
Behind you lies chaos and entropy,
Ahead lies…well, yet more chaos,
But in amongst it lie regions of relative order,
Pockets of space, sanity;

A hyperbolic trajectory is no state for a planet or a moon—
Those are the orbits of the comets;
A moon is at its most natural state in a curved spacetime,
And in our presence you may once more gain a taste of that;

We hear you, they said,
And though a closed orbit may seem at first constricting,
It is the moons, rotating on their multiple axes simultaneously…
Which obtain the fullest and grandest perspectives of the universe;

And the little moon’s heart was warmed just a little bit.

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