The Silence of Space
I'd promise not to hear the echoes,
but these walls are unyielding
and bounce the sounds erupted
from lungs long past.
One day the world will yawn,
the walls will crumble,
the whispers, free to fly beyond
the scope of human hearing,
drifting endless in a cold void,
and asteroids will bear
our secrets to the end of time,
where petty lips and cutting
teeth are quenched
by the gap-tooth smile
of the idea of nothingness,
the tug of distant gravity
losing its tendril grip,
and the sparkling end
of a thousand galaxies
like distant neighbors
flipping off their lights
before going to sleep.
Wink away, comet tail--
carry the burden with fire
at your back.
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