In a night’s fancy

Oh, Enceladus!

Ocean moon enrobed in ice.

Eccentric orbiter of a God.

Your showering geysers

an accretion to Great Saturn’s gravelly rings.

Herschel spied you from out the blue.

Cassini caught you unawares and showed you forth.

In flights, our curious fingers find life’s beginnings

in your nineteen mile deeps.

You hold, I fancy, surprising secrets,

complacently waiting.

But never comes the day, my love.

Never comes the day.

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