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Would you like to hear
music played on space?
Sphere in thrall with sphere,
twin black hole embrace.
Hear the orbs collide,
see the future fly.
Welcome to our ride,
true, the cost is high.
Lest your body spread,
first we modify.
Reinforce your head,
structures fortify.
Transformational,
one event sublime.
Gravitational
waves of space and time.
Here is your receipt.
listen, soft they start.
Syncopated beat
echoing your heart.
Milky way eclipse,
stars are lensed around.
Dark apocalypse,
luminous surround.
Orbiting at pace,
infinitely dense,
squeeze and stretch of space,
drumming swells intense.
Tighter, tighter cling,
faster, faster spun,
rising chirping ring,
coalesce as one.
Silent single whole.
Past the shadow's skin,
vision is our goal,
so we drift within.
Relatively fast
runs galactic show.
Inside, time is cast
relatively slow.
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poem by Diane Hine
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