"Sound in Space"
Imagine they echo out into the black glittered void unheard
Like a 1980’s cassette tape on a continuous loop
Floating in an aluminum tin can satellite
Searching for something more
Constantly voicing want into the stardust nowhere
Knowing that when the impossible is found
Today will have already faded into way too many yesterdays
I put my love into electronic words like a ping into space
Knowing they will fall on deaf ears
They are warning to those out there not to come near
At least not until we have completely destroyed ourselves
With only the old faded sound of my heart breaking remaining
Playing over and over again
Screaming into the vacuum of a silver twinkled night sky
By
Robert Lloyd
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