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Billions of stars
Cold, ringing light in the porthole
And amidst this dead emptiness—there is Reason
It is real. It reached out its hand
It wants to speak
It wants to interact
It looks through the abyss
It searches for those capable of answering
Its gaze slides over Earth
And it looks away
There is no reason there
Only vanity. Only war
We are just greedy organisms
Stuffing our own bellies
Sometimes we launch rockets
But more often at each other
Only cunning beetles in offices
Dividing paper budgets
Only wars for a piece of dirt
On a tiny rock
We crossed ourselves off the list of the living
We forgot how to fly. We forgot how to dream
To him, our civilization is white noise
Static. Interference on a clean frequency
We are just greedy organisms
Stuffing our own bellies
Sometimes we launch rockets
But more often at each other
There is no one to talk to here
It is empty
The primary task
Is to fill the stomach
And then he looked at me
At me in a tiny tin can
In the middle of eternity
At the pulse in my spacesuit
At my aching filling
We are just greedy organisms
Stuffing our own bellies
Sometimes we launch rockets
But more often at each other
I am the last one
The only one who still remembers that we were human
The only one capable of understanding this language
I accept your signal, brother
I take your hand in my gloves
Let no one down there hear our conversation
Let them not know about you
Let them think that space is dead
I will answer for all of us
We are just greedy organisms
Stuffing our own bellies
Sometimes we launch rockets
But more often at each other
For those who remained in the dirt
For those who traded stars for screens
You will still hold me accountable
And I have nothing to say to you
As long as I have enough air
In my tanks
Silence
But this is no longer emptiness
This is a dialogue across the abyss
I am no longer alone
And I will never be the same
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