Galactic, cataclysmic echoes known
reflected off diamond pillars, thrown
into an abyss a sanctuary ancient:
no shout but whisper sentient,
lost in static, thunderous silence
to be forgotten for its loyalty's penance.
Whispers placed through time,
perhaps stars even, sublime,
words of no meaning nor purpose;
only of inquiry, beliefs thoughtless.
Questions not for knowledge's burden,
but for galactic mumbles internally spoken.
Sanctuary lost beyond star's belief
for which cataclysms feel no grief,
do not answer echoes in my mind.
Let loyalty be punished by uncertainty kind
and whispers dwindle in thunderous static:
nothings asked to silence galactic.
Copyright © Robyn Thomas | Year Posted 2016