There are things more beautiful
than perfection.
In the antimaterial worlds there is
nothing that can be destroyed.
The perfect moment is eternal,
goes on without end
because it never began,
aweful and serene.
Down below, not understanding,
penned animals fear freedom
and flight without bodies,
huddled in belief that dark matter
will destroy them, and right
even as they are wrong.
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