A universe’s heart and edge
Move apart at the speed of time
In an endless solitary journey

The lonely center
Pulses outward, outward
Rhythmically

Sending yearning needs
Focused by a knotted vacuum
Towards a too distant past

Always curving
But never crossing
Its Möbius boundary

Endlessly straining to listen for
An answer from beyond
And to respond in turn

But silence
Is what remains after the sound fades away
And one still listens, listens

For a message
That can never be heard
Beyond the expanding unity

Of the one
Craving another
On the shadow side

The lonely center
Pulses outward, outward
Rhythmically

Forever, sadly,
Hearing only
The echoes of the unsaid