Telemetry, decisive thrust,
I'm coasting in the trailing tail.
Its crystal mists kiss my arrays
detecting water, molecules,
organics, gas, and particles.
Ahead of me, the nucleus,
a boundless mountain scrounging space
for warmth and interstellar dust.
And further up, the coma's glow,
disposed to charge vacuity,
speckles glitter through the void.
To what end, I'll never know.
Perhaps we'll dive into the sun,
or circuit Saturn's rings and run
by Titan, Janus, Atlas, Pan,
lap Jupiter, Europa's ice.
Perhaps Neptune would be nice.
I'll ride as far my engines go,
just soak it up, enjoy the show.