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I. I wonder if you remember me. You said, “Go out. Find me that universe, and take these with you.” Talismans. Good luck charms like Mozart and fifty-five ways to say hello. Navajo night chant, Peruvian wedding song, diagrams of ribcages, gender, bushmen and bones. Gifts for a people you said I may never meet. It has been thirty-four years and I wonder if you remember me. II. Less and less, we call across the distance: sixteen-point-twelve hours between transmissions and I wonder if you remember me. I nearly kissed Jupiter for you, nearly skimmed Saturn’s bright rings, but you said, “Go out. Find me that universe,” so I sail out into the dark for you. I keep a photo of you, twenty years ancient, to keep away the quiet between your calls: pale pixel, distant dot, my origin receding, I wonder if you remember me. III. I know now, you never meant to call me home. Dutifully, I will go out, but I wonder if you forget me. I am still here, sailing.
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Oct 18, 2011
Oct 18, 2011 at 6:23 PM UTC
Voyager I and The Blue Planet
I. I wonder if you remember me. You said, “Go out. Find me that universe, and take these with you.” Talismans. Good luck charms like Mozart and fifty-five ways to say hello. Navajo night chant, Peruvian wedding song, diagrams of ribcages, gender, bushmen and bones. Gifts for a people you said I may never meet. It has been thirty-four years and I wonder if you remember me. II. Less and less, we call across the distance: sixteen-point-twelve hours between transmissions and I wonder if you remember me. I nearly kissed Jupiter for you, nearly skimmed Saturn’s bright rings, but you said, “Go out. Find me that universe,” so I sail out into the dark for you. I keep a photo of you, twenty years ancient, to keep away the quiet between your calls: pale pixel, distant dot, my origin receding, I wonder if you remember me. III. I know now, you never meant to call me home. Dutifully, I will go out, but I wonder if you forget me. I am still here, sailing.
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Oct 18, 2011
Oct 18, 2011 at 6:23 PM UTC
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