.....

To live in the echoless vibrancy of space
where our voices trail off and do not return

or to think of a network of choirs
inhabiting dark matter, webbing and chiming

to bring histories together in warped majesty
until there are no aliens, until the broken threads

connect to all--these are my terror dreams,
of travel-lashed emptiness or voidless laughter

let them come together as one, though there be no one.