Floating, Weightless (a poem)

Screaming stopped, here in
black voids of deep space
floating, weightless, atoms being
torn apart –

they can’t hear me now, mission control,
cracked open without a trace
dying, shapeless, our bodies drifting
far apart –

Mission is complete,
alien intelligence secured –
artifacts like Rubik cubes,
touch them & they blow apart,
floating, weightless
consciousness survives –

we are stardust among red stars,
dark voids so spacious
becoming one with dark matter
of shapelessness –
floating, weightless
drifting far apart.

(Photo by NASA on Unsplash)

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