I am a satellite for human endeavor

It rises, like mercury and orbits, like never enough.

And it’s rough, being here whilst everything spins.

I begin; where they believe it ends and I give everything it lends, just to satisfy you.

It’s odd; being such an impulse, far too truthful, far too false and somewhere in between, you surface.

We’re rocky, with a body for slim chances, whilst your beat thumps hard again for those dances and you probably don’t understand me, anyway.

Do you?

I sway.

You tilt.

This is my universe built and you haven’t asked me a question since before that day.

But you know, how to do that thing.

Still, you are innermost and I am almost choked by the things I say, when I shouldn’t.

The things I know you wouldn’t.

I am a satellite for human endeavor.

© ryan

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I sway.

You tilt.


pj ryan, satellite, mercury

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  • indigo-song
    indigo-songover 1 year ago

    A clever thoughtful piece. I wrote a piece similar to this a couple of years ago. Great imagery x

  • eon .
    eon .over 1 year ago

    Your rights take flights into splendid UN charters spaces
    Your wrongs ? They don’t register major Tom to ground control says the moon is half bright tonight "-/)

  • Rhinovangogh
    Rhinovangoghover 1 year ago

    No one writes like you Nicole. The human language a pallette of which you have selected the unique colors and have shaded them, looks better(than all else) on the page and lilts on the ear. A sonnet for the wind and soul. Gawd! Really truly love your abilities with words!!!!! As ever, great write. Rhino

  • poeticgenius
    poeticgeniusover 1 year ago

    Embracing one’s uniqueness is a commendable task. You did it well and using astronomy as the medium is also worthy of kudos.

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