From Mimas To Phoebe

Hope Drone

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Crush colour into the iris
Stretch and plant rings on the surface
Pan’s arms outstretch
Encke's gap broadens
Fingers grasp and as the shepherds clamber for a foothold
We are no fools, this will not last a lifetime

I see the trojans wandering beneath
A lack of foresight, a lack of future
I cannot compete with the inbuilt
Titan weighs heavy over my head
Enceladus shines brightest yet we strive for an equal standing

I see ice behind her eyes
I see trojans wandering beneath
Secrets I cannot unlock as we are separated
I need the strength of the sun
I seek depth but am met with a lack of density
I now understand what I I knew all along
That we must walk these rings alone