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There is no sound in space (and I am muted too)



Above the city
the stars are cigarette burns
long gone, reduced to mere
residual smoke:

In space, there is no sound.
Silence, alone, and magnitude.
The prosody of the planets, quiet.
What then of a collapsing star?
Does it sing, or shout, or scream?

It is but swallowed light,
noise wrapped into the belly of each night.
The sound of stars no longer there:
It is the sound of death.
It is the sound of us.


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