Beyond infinity there is a place called zeer,
Where all the creatures are hollow and round.
The constant happiness on their faces is clear,
As they roll around in circles upon the ground.

They are happy doing nothing the whole day long.
Filling in the spaces where they shouldn't have been.
As they go about their business, you'll hear their song
Of how they once shared this land with ones unseen.

In the time before the gaps had opened up there had been
An equal number of the round ones and the tall and slender.
Now they are only seen in memories that become less keen.
How they worked together they can no longer remember.

Forming endless arrangements of themselves in a line
They had conducted important tasks for another world.
Faster and faster they had scurried, all moving in time.
Their patterns ever changing as in silence they toiled.

Then had come the judder and sound of ill temper
And the orderly lines fled into groups of the afraid.
The ground underneath them began to tear asunder
And only the round ones remained where it frayed.

They have learned to adapt in the place called zeer
Away from a world never seen and only dreamt of.
No significance on their own without the others here.
Waiting for the day when they will fall in from above.