The adolescent collision of two bodies
Merging before their cores are set
Creates another orbiting body
Locked by the gravity of it all
Below our surface hidden reservoirs in
Large low shear velocity provinces
Churn molten fever dreams
Remembering their unique past
The moon is made of that same stuff,
More parent than child, edging away
Coolly watching from a safer distance
Tugging at our intuitive elements
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