Forms and Substance

There’s a secret I have to tell that cannot be heard. You hear the words, repeat them back, but in such a dead and lifeless voice; not even an echo, an echo with an echo of the meaning. You’ve jumbled up and remade the words until there is no meaning left, just orbits around a dead star you’ve destroyed. In a moment, the light and gravity are gone, because you’ve gotten rid of the center, and now we fly into the darkness and emptiness of space where, I’m afraid the tagline is quite scientific, “No one can hear you scream.”