By Eve Taft
Little blue-green terrarium spins
Goldilocks distant from atom-smashing ball of heat
Which whirls through the void, carrying with it the eight
Who depend on its life-giving brilliance
It carries them through the suburb of a starry city
Build around a hole in the universe
Insatiable, tiny bipeds explore
Little blue-green terrarium
And then tilt their heads upwards
They go flying through the dark matter
Searching for new stars and new life
They play capture the flag with their moon
And send out glass eyes to find light
From the beginning of everything
Infinite universe keeps getting bigger
Tiny bipeds magnify its building blocks
And map its edges
They write stories about the shapes of the stars
And study them, writing libraries worth of knowledge
Blue-green terrarium spins on
And tiny bipeds boldly go
Where no one has gone before