Brothers of the Singing Void
Often my ears ring with the sound the stars make
I hear it in the songs my sky brothers sing
when they shift their voices into high unison
to praise the shining fellowship of heaven
Across percussive silences of space
my brothers explore interstellar polyphony
and compose obstreperous oratorios
that stir old saints to dally forth in dance
Often their voices encircle the Earth
like a choral zodiac of orbiting friends
to remind me that star music is the intimate roar
of celestial bodies in orgiastic concord
Thriving on affection in their spacious glee
my harmonious brothers of the singing void
are closer to me than my own children
Soon I shall be going home to them again
by James Broughton
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A Man In Full Flower:
The Poetry of James Broughton
