as adeptly as astronomers — we lacunae of the ephemerides

Neither ascending nor declining, we nonetheless

gravitate in attraction because we rely on more than ephemera

I am shaky either side of the earth, but I adore it,

and centring the sun I reach collinear to find more than ephemera

The peaks and troughs of our decades together — barely ‘great masses’

to make passionate an L4 or L5 on that vertex, well beyond ephemera

And as my journals are pictures and observations of natural phenomena,

opinion is celestial mechanics, and verse charts beyond the ephemeris