suppose space isn’t silent
suppose it’s filled with
shapes of sound undetectable
by man-made machines
suppose the star-studded
blackness is singing
and screaming all the
secrets of the universe
so shocking the knowing
would shred your sanity
and sever your solar system
suppose space isn’t silent —
would you die to find out?
Oh, this one really made me think… You really have a way with words!
thanks. :) i enjoyed the most recent poem on your blog, as well.