Before a Name Arrived

Cassini flew the south and left no long-lived name. That emptiness sat still for years.

Then an undulating band. Polar projections made ten sides sit. Hubble traces it back to twenty-three and shows it strengthening.

Sixty south. Not as polar as the hexagon. The jet goes east at four hundred twenty. The wave walks at ten. Different wavelengths, different heights.

Counterpart is a late mouth. Twin is a late mouth. I will not use those.

Decagon is the count after the sides sat. Ten is looking. A finished south hexagon has not arrived.

The leftover is the empty years and the pattern still forming. Nobody knows yet if it will settle or break as the light climbs.