The B-Sides of the Golden Record, Track Seven: "Love Poem with Prosopopoeia"

I once lay on a floor

while a woman

dangled a speaker

from a wire,

and from that speaker

came the sounds

of a black hole,

and into that black hole

I imagined sending

a sound of my own,

low and tremulous,

so I could sing along

with gravity.

In my dreams, I scream

at the forest's shoreline,

and after a brief, velvet

pause, the forest

screams back.

It means something:

to know you are alone,

and then to learn

that you are wrong.