Some Days

Some days, Satan said, I just want to tell
Someone that I had no desire to rule
In heaven or in hell.  I never thought
That I was beautiful among angels.

I knew that I was a bit of a troll.
I never thought anyone would follow
Me down. I never thought a single soul
Would follow a thing so small as it fell.

I knew that falling was a novelty
Among spirits immune to gravity.
Condensation alone made me the first,

Earned me the phrase, "Son of the Morning Star."

Train your telescopes far enough behind
The spinning backside of your collection
Of endlessly tumbling spheres. You may see

A smudge gathering strength for that first swoon.