At one end of the axis Mars leans forward, wanting to start now. At the other the lunar apogee holds the anger that will not apologize. They face off across the gap, and neither stands without the other shoving back: your drive throws the punch while the untamed fury floods it, the exiled heat catching, your action handing it an arm. Some days you act fast to outrun what burns under it. Other days the raw anger swings your aim wide. Look across the axis and the push and the rage turn out to be one fire seen from both ends of a rod. No planet wars inside you here. It is your own heat asking both ends to keep their weight, instead of silencing the one that scares you.