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On a daylight orbit, cascading over plaid,

drifting as a satellite, scope fixed on the land:

spotted rounded crests, terrestrial in essence,

with a rhythmic presence that made them rise and fall;

and peaks as yet ungoverned by erosion's laws,

hidden under cloud-cover – spared decaying winds.

Capped with white of snow, or rare minerals in stone,

made to quake and shudder by faint tectonic shifts.

Vision broadcasts to furthest expanse, there scanning

for entrancing anomalies in the terrain.

Sighted from a lower tier of the atmosphere:

a survey of elevations, rounded by age.

Hemispheres away, beyond isolated flats,

mountaintops extend and expand themselves against

their region's uniformity in shape, in scale –

vastness prevailing against the assailing rains.

A neighboring plain yields to white sand with two hills

formed of sculpted sediment, gathered and sustained,

quivering in tandem with the grinding of plates

set into each base to quell their spiking tremors.

The horizon unfolds into spherical mounds

of varying height, their breadth and width unbound by

their statures, increasing and unheeded until

the ample green of their grasses turns caramel.

At the wordless suggestion of a setting sun,

the lens retracts and folds, withdrawing to the hull

as another revolution is made in full.