In the far and soundless distance
Fine as the aether, thin as a veil
We mark a heavy, noticed absence
The sound of no sound, without fail
No face to find in the shadowed clouds
No voice speaks in the starry crowds
Not to sing, to scream or to wail
No such pattern in their photonic shrouds;
Fermi asked why such a thing may be
And a paradox was made in fear
The endless singing of a mindless sea
And we alone to speak and hear?
What lies beyond, in half-sleep trance
Or is man barred galactic entrance
Or is he himself that cosmic shear
In the far and soundless distance?
