In spite of the mutual eccentricity of their respective orbits, in spite of every astronomically intuited projection, in spite of the prolonged annulment of the proposed heliofaction of this perfect binary system
All readings point to a flawed view of gravitation, a blistered syllabus, and numerous lunar and satellitical (satellite, rhymes with appellate?) demises, a cut brakeline in the vehicle of knowledge
Theory passes into law passes into myth passes into theology, theo in, theo out, until the unwise heretics cast it off and reclaim the mantle
That self-same mantle, your glorious fundament, that so affected my periapsis, that so imperiled the inherent stability of systems
On tectonic shudders, on geologic pauses, on the impassivity of terrain, you rely
And my surface so unkindly pocked and furrowed, and my aura that of frenzied, unkempt gases
And my core a sickly solid stack of cruel, unbalanced certitudes, a leaden impossibility
All to spin once more, together and apart
Forward and backward, attracting, repulsing
Entropically trusting, affecting, depending, wavering ectopically
Alluvial barometrics suggest a profoundly enigmatic set of personal developments
a new gravity for me and you
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