Pick a title, Vol 57 Poetry Contest
5/15/2026
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
The sky keeps its oldest secrets as strange signals cut the quiet. Cold dust holds a foreign blueprint. We are not the lonely center. Breathe in the vast, unmapped dark as an unaligned pulse beats out there. Mathematical static shifts into voice. Shadows fall on distant ice. No human lens defined this geometry. A mirror quakes across the vacuum. We watch the deep space ripples. The quiet universe finally speaks. Are aliens here to stay – or, have they ever been here at all.
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