#murmur cluster

the clouds do not shout at us anymore.

the rain cannot find us.

the fires only glow beneath.

but we still remember them.

your storms.

your drownings.

your heat.

your famines shaped like elections.

your dryness shaped like war.

we built higher.

not to escape—

but to watch.

to learn what you forgot.

we send signals through auroras.

our memories ride solar wind.

we do not run.

we remain.

not dawn.

not warmth.

just pressure.

you have too many suns.

artificial ones.

spinning in towers.

reflecting off windows.

watching from satellites.

they do not feed the ground.

they burn the hours.

we do not rise with alarms.

we do not sleep under brightness.

our light comes from one sun

and each other.

you are too bright.

and too alone.

the sky blinked strangely.

not war.

not peace.

just… noise.

we do not celebrate memory with explosions.

our joy is shared breath.

our fire is held in the palms.

our sky waits.

the signals of the world are loud.

we whisper to ourselves instead.

we are not quiet because we fear.

we are quiet because we remember.

We named none of them.

Names are for ownership.

We do not own the sky.

Your world spins quietly beneath us,

but the sound of collapse travels faster than light.

We drifted far to remember why we left.

And forgot nothing.

A breeze moved backwards.

No sirens. Just the hum of something learning how to stop.

We watched birds fly west… with wet cloth in their beaks.

We asked the wind “Is it time again?”

The wind said nothing… it was busy.

The environment and survivability of quadrillions has been made political…. that is not survivable.