Over ten years hence now I plumbed the depths
An oceanography of two motes entangled, dancing
I think I now see the trajectories clearly
One, up and out, a gravitational boost, escape
First in mind, then in spirit, then in body
One, drifting slowly aground, drawn downward
Looking for a place to land, add to Earth’s mass
Destined never to land, to settle in formation
Unable to soar together, for different reasons
Bound only briefly by circumstance, by time

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