It’s a matter of balance, say the astronaut gods

As they watch the world below

Keeping place at the pivot of the seesaw

Equal weights on each side of the scales

We are the keepers of the peace

The compounders of equilibrium

Without us, there is a slow and steady slide

Towards one end or another

Stasis or entropy

Stagnation or chaos

Preservation or decay

We are the centre

Around which the universe turns