I find myself in a crowd in a room to which I came with friends to meet other friends

So we orbit in groups or as solo satellites

From group to group or other solo satellites

And I find myself willing our two paths to cross and merge with an excess of cosmic creative energy

And that two formerly solo satellites would spin off on an uncharted tangent

And settle into a brand new orbit

I know I came here with friends to see other friends but I really came here in the off chance I'd see you

Maybe bump into you

Get to talk to you

Friends are cool and all but I kinda like it when they fade into the walls and their voices meld into a steady drone like the a/c

And I get to focus my attention and whatever womanly wiles I may or may not possess on you like homing device on a lunar water-seeking missile/data-collecting gizmo

I'm looking for something

(A signal, perhaps)

And I think I might find it in you

If I could just get close enough to let gravity take effect

Two formerly solo satellites could witness infinity as one