The Milky Way is infinite. It sparkles like swimming pool. Black is blue.
Cities glow forgiving from afar. Cosmonaut Zaum is God at the wheel.
He loves his fragile craft, a blood cell thrusting up the interstellar motorway.
Zaum cuts loose to orbit human order, kindness, interdependence; humour is
last to be undocked. What hadn’t made man violent floats silent to the silence
of the stars in a moat around the Earth. Poet, a dead man’s float in his king size bed,
stares through the wormholes of his eyes, addresses citizens on Earth over a Tannoy
that is the Universe: I love you man if no man loves you man, all is well that has no end.