Gravitational Whispers
In the silence between stars,
where space-time bends and warps,
I listen to the echoes
of colliding neutron hearts.
Billions of years they traveled,
these ripples in the dark,
carrying stories of destruction,
and rebirth's sacred spark.
Data streams like poetry,
each number holds a tale,
of forces beyond comprehension,
where human thoughts might fail.
Yet here we are, still listening,
to the universe's song,
finding meaning in the chaos,
where we've belonged all along.