Indeed the void is vast
Ever growing
Ever colder
Ever and ever...

My voice is the sole inhabitant
But it's not me
And it has nothing to say
So the echo says nothing back

Reaching out
I find black space
Reaching inward
I find smoke and broken mirrors
Reaching up
I find that I cannot reach

My voice is the sole inhabitant here
This place has no personage
No consequence
But it means everything to me
In this moment
In this room

I ask, Is anyone --
Is anything out there?
Where I am echoes back a single word...