as the minutes begin to run out
I realize
with such certainty that
I have existed
as worm, as rock as
human creature
for as
long as the stars, for
thousands, billions
of years

my voice
such as it is, such as it was
twisting and turning with the stars
to reach
high notes and

to echo so softly that no one hears
except those cold spaces
between the stars, they
they have always heard