OH, PLEASE BOT ANOTHER 3I ATLAS POEM

OH PLEASE, NOT ANOTHER 3I ATLAS POEM

how big is this cosmos?

how meaningful?
how much information

Professors Shannon and Weaver
holding up speaking tubes
and ear trumpets
to catch
the galactic drift

no feedback
unless no rock bands anywhere
amongst the intelligent planets

maybe
     the folk up there
like country

all all too Puritan
when it comes to
musical censorship
lack catholic taste
everything to
be pure
    as original song
of the spheres

so where must
we turn
     to get the soundtrack
to fit
that digital snapshot
they gave us

of something
from beyond our dimensions
to
   override
time itself

we simple souls, thickies
of the thick disk
Milky Way
sector

too
startled and alarmed
to milk this strange visitor
for all
the truth
we can get

blasted by thoughts of distance
we hardly have
the mathematics for

when suddenly
it might just dawn

all this time
we have
      been lodged between
walls

stuck in a tunnel

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