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Under its frigid, dusty surface, Mars is humming. Alien music. The Martian song that never ends. The first few months of listening were worryingly quiet. A harrowing descent to a flat, featureless expanse. It’s a waiting game, a slow march. Streams of charged particles, turbulence in solar winds, a sudden release, and the marsquakes roll in. A series of deep slashes, pockets of magma, the movement of molten rock, a seismic signal, the mysterious pulse, the quiet, constant drone, the source remains unknown. The invisible conductor of this magnetic orchestra is likely high above those Martian rumbles. Your voice is a mix of frequencies, and if one matches the resonance of a bell, your shouts can set it ringing.
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May 9, 2022
May 9, 2022 at 12:19 AM UTC
Mars is Humming (A Found Poem from Maya Wei-Haas’Article, “Mars is humming. Scientists aren’t sure why.” published in National Geographic on February 24, 2020)
Under its frigid, dusty surface, Mars is humming. Alien music. The Martian song that never ends. The first few months of listening were worryingly quiet. A harrowing descent to a flat, featureless expanse. It’s a waiting game, a slow march. Streams of charged particles, turbulence in solar winds, a sudden release, and the marsquakes roll in. A series of deep slashes, pockets of magma, the movement of molten rock, a seismic signal, the mysterious pulse, the quiet, constant drone, the source remains unknown. The invisible conductor of this magnetic orchestra is likely high above those Martian rumbles. Your voice is a mix of frequencies, and if one matches the resonance of a bell, your shouts can set it ringing.
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24/Non-binary/Boston
May 9, 2022
May 9, 2022 at 12:19 AM UTC
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