Space
A stable orbit requires space- Why should I demand influence upon your path through the stars? My hand was a spiral of molten lead seeking to drive the universe. Your hand was unknown to me. Let this be so. I am no divine change. Let the order of things fold around other celestial bones other than mine. Let me float quietly to my black expanse with dreams in my eyes. And let dreams be the only mechanism of my effect.
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