Surplus Utopia

It’s absolute perfection yet

Not quite there

If 1/0 is > infinity, it’s still a manageable size

No people – but

Many furry animals

Giraffes, hyenas, caterpillars, flies

Dwarf trees that sing to sad rhinoceri

Under plaid pulsars and hairy black holes

Everything rotates on star time

Over daytime

Past double-time

It’s timeless – no clocks

Shoeless – no socks

Thoughtful – no mocks

Laughter echoes only once

A machine clearly unclean

Its grounds keep getting soiled;

Living things, but

No photosynthesis

No antithesis

No thesis

Just Theory

Energy

Light

Retired Stars

Lost Asteroids

Quiet

No visitors

No one who knows it’s there

Perfect