Spacecraft Voyager 1 has boldly gone
into Deep Silence carrying a gold-plated disc inscribed with whale-song
it has bleeped back a last infra-red fragment of language
and floated way way up over the jagged edge
of this almost endless bright and blowy enclosure of weather
to sink through a new texture as tenuous as the soft upward pressure of 
      an elevator
and go on and on falling up steep flights of blackness with increasing 
      swiftness
beyond the Crystalline Cloud of the Dead beyond Plato beyond Copernicus
O meticulous swivel cameras still registering events
among those homeless spaces gathering in that silence
that hasn't yet had time to speak        in that increasing sphere
of tiny runaway stars notched in the year
now you can look closely at massless light
that is said to travel freely but is probably in full flight