Surplus Utopia

Not-all-stars-are-in-the-sky

It’s absolute perfection yet
Not quite there
If 1/0 is  > infinity, still a manageable size
No people but
Tall furry animals
Giraffes, hyenas, caterpillars, flies
Dwarf trees crooning to rhinoceri
Eyeing bald pulsars and hairy black holes

Everything rotates on star time
Through daytime
Past double-time
 
It’s timeless – no clocks
Shoeless – no socks
Laughter echoes only once
Many unnameable beings, but
No photosynthesis
No antithesis
No thesis

Just Energy
Light
Retired Stars fully pensioned

No one  knows it’s there
 
Perfect
 
 


 


 


 

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