roiling environmental emotion
wobbles Earth loose in its orbital socket.
Delicate, it dances away from the galactic axis,
away from everything, expanding
because it is existential
only happy while its power grows;
stagnancy is just as bad as loss.
An Uber-Earth would never be at rest,
always growing mountains taller, pushing them to rise,
and calling to asteroids 'come join me,
I am bigger than you'
and the bigger it gets
the more persuasive its weight is;
the harder it pulls the harder it pulls.
Space dust flocks to be its aura;
each small cell wants only to be closer;
they cannot stay away,
all gobbling comets together.
Gravity cozies them all closer,
the more the merrier by the megaton.
Finally Uber-Earth will seek
to ally itself with denser matter
and plunge into
the next black hole.