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.
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.