Economy Of The Stars Poem by felix paintwhenpainted

economy of the stars
cant be witnessed from afar
infinity of burning fires
the industry towards which we aspire
twinkling into our darkest night
remotely dealing with their own plight
dark night is where they dwell
atoms meteors and planets for fuel they fell
labouring every moment of every infinity
towards some plot that they hide in collective secrecy

in the far off corner of space hopelessly endless
the stars from every galaxy gravitate into congress
swirling balls of liquid heat
each for own cluster taking a seat
they violently discuss the plan to which they strive
the most pressing problems in infinity they drive
each trying to burn louder than the rest
their own selfish solutions to problems they suggest
so after the infinite galactic meeting goes to recess
each of the glowing members must report to their galaxies of how they still have no success

all the talking is in vain
as infinity grows relentlessly darker in its pain
the stars ignite revolutionary policies
which are lost in the chaos of a maze of micro democracies
with every new infinital public hearing
the stars all start growing with fearing
not for any of the real dangers
but more of working with galactic strangers

one by one galactic lights dim
as in the rising darkness their lights can no longer swim
stars once glowing and bright
are swamped by the all engulfing night
as the darkness quickens and spreads
those nearby turn away their guilty heads

still the swirling burning congress debates
and the encroaching truth they negate
till with their spinning collapse of lost threads
it becomes to late to make back treads
and in one single moment all is lost
as the economy of stars is gone in darkest frost