Walked into the Griffith observatory
where distant universes
can be seen whirling
like spinners in the wind,
one after another, flora and fauna
debated, except in sci-fi
and the unidentified flying
objections to exclusivity
objections to exclusivity
from testimony under oath.
These inestimable orbits
dwarf our gated communities,
where there’s also continuous spin
and the insignificance
of clicks and the rates of
acceleration of these SUVs
hurrying and prancing down
the highways, (when traffic is light),
while mercenaries prospect
for precious metals
going underground
with payola and
consider distant payloads.
Young earthlings marvel
at the telescope
nascent Copernicans absorbing
spin on the way
to the gift shop.
