From the shores of Arecibo
a digital moan climbs –
Is there anybody out there?
relentless as fear
broadcast to the night.
Drifting over somnolent drones,
a blueprint on binary wing –
Are we all alone?
Streaming into stygian vaults,
the tread of light years ring –
Is there anybody out there?
Radio waves lap the strands of Gliese
where fallen stars cluster –
those deep space seas where battleships muster.
Ryan Stone
First published by Wolf Publishing July, 2015
Wonderful Ryan- love the imagery
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Good morning, Souldiergirl. Thank you so much 🙂
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I’d give it all up, just for a shot at the travel of the unknow. So well done, sir. So well done.
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The way your describe the infinity has such a poise, it makes me want to pick up radio transmitting as a hobby.
Wonderfully intricate and a thorough insight of the “out there”.
What a vast imagery to be lost at. Loved it!
-Dajena 🙂
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Thank you so much, dear Dajena 🙂
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You are welcome very much! 🙂
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