A chain suspended above the cosmos,
carrying on past planets and stars,
a desperate grasp at communication
to an alien always concealed by masks.
The chain is made of steel
and plated in gold.
It is tethered to a great hook,
protruding from the depths of Earth,
the solemn anchorman stands at his mournful post.
The chain dies far away,
and no one is there to save it.
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