On the Revolutions of Space

Abstract

Good madam, of goodness remember me. How like some celestial body I have kept to this fixed circumference, skirting in my skirts the sphere of influence. Majesty, I have been as hoops in a farthingale, encircling and concealing from prying eyes the deeds of three queens. Some had sought to overstep this distance, an idea as disallowed as sun supplanting earth at heaven's core. If once I positioned myself closer to the body corporate, it was only as laces tightened about flesh wedded to my flesh, a pressure that stifles less than fortifies the spine. Would I were free of these changing fashions, that admiring lights might warm without drawing close. Lady, I burn in the balance; your oscillations agitate oceans in ebb and flood. Would I knew the formula for these tides.