Saturn Rings On the Move
Wicked distance spent, untouched
What is it about Jupiter looming
Colors swirl, ageless, without a break
So many moons, so close it feels like home
Is it not a speck, a dot, fading under Saturn's influence
Wondrous, dressed up in white, covered awake, in open space
In the vacuum void, deep, all consuming beautiful
No room for Jupiter this afternoon
The universe requires rings, insists on rings of truth
Epochs pass in the vastness in syzygy, a celestial orbital path
Sonorous bodies sound hollow but only to themselves on oceans black
A place attended by star light, going back into histories darkest night
Bold in repose, bent on light so far away, simply existing out of reach
Full circled gaseous world roams far
Sounds on translucent Saturn born
Designed in the silence of the cosmos
Bands of ice and rock lift up the planet
Move slowly between their center empty
Hover above to measure time displaced
For days on end encircled, spinning still
Fragments remain intact, translucent
Saturn on the edge, steps out on more oblivion
Rings hang like halos over a decapitated head
Then escape without the aid of gravity
Move out with no notice to the owner
Leaving Saturn naked, lost without its skirt
Stripped of dignity
When ice rings leave their home
No question there will be consequences
They go off in no particular direction
The universe is open to suggestion
There is plenty of room in outer space for growth
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