Blenders in endless vast grasslands
The skies and Milky Ways they blend forever
In a kaleidoscope of our infinite sorrow
That seems to reach out there eternally
For someone else, so far out there. Lovely,
Though horrifying it is to be all alone
Floating in anti-matter so far out there,
Between pale stars fading in their oblivion.
How strange it is, imagine; great great planets
Shrinking in black holes and white clouds
In our glasses, empty rooms, fields
So big and small they don't even matter
Not anymore.