“Come,” say Saturn and fluorescent Neptune,
Because there is more light than here. Their guests are citizens there, their Passports are stamped, “Adventurer, mountaineer.” The rings of Saturn never err, the seas Of Jupiter, they are fingerprints, With the sun, of a white sky, magenta, Saturated green, cyan tints, There is no need to flee this world To find the hula hoop of Pluto, Io, These worlds are circling in our souls, They skim the empty streets of Rio, In the realm of space, there is no space, No here and there, no error, ugliness, They are greater than space, so see The albino nebulae opalesce.
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