Objects attract
As they draw near
Caught in a well
Within the gravity’s sphere
Often, it’s those
Centrifugal bandits
While stealing their fill
Escape to velocity’s exit
No thanks. Not me. No company
I’ll be way out past that apogee
I’ll be drifting along alone inside the Outer Rim
Always drifting along
While keeping at a comfortable distance, baby
Brilliant arms of galaxies
Are frosting up the view before me where I live
I wish you well across the gap
Between where you are and the Outer Rim
Objects appear
To carry momentum
Trajectories set
Based on unknown intentions
Often, it’s those
Centrifugal outlaws
With elliptical grins
Sharpen elliptical claws
