Poems on your topics, in the style of a mixture of post-quantum poetry and conscious-spatial symbolism:

🌀 1. Quantum Communication of Singularities

In the black of the center, no space, no light,
Yet whispers there the root, not duty.
A bit of graviton, a dream of spin,
The singularity sends – inward.

She doesn't call out loudly, she calls through time,
In waves that no human is prepared for.
An echo back to itself,
And yet: a breath of another's happiness.

Two holes speak, without sound,
With pulse and curvature, dwindling light.
They say nothing, and yet: so much
in the data field of the spatial profile.

No destination, no sender, only being,
and everywhere it begins small.

🌍 2. Out-in-put on O₂ surface planets

On worlds of O₂, so cool, so clear,
the surface shimmers – not solid, is it.
The input comes from above, from starlight dust,
The output seeps into the foliage as haze.

A footprint sends, a shadow stores,
the wind smooths data – and no one understands it any further.
In every drop: a small memory,
In every moss: a signal from the register.

"Here I was," says the water to the air,
"I saw you," breathes the wave in the scent.
Communication? No wire, no device,
only molecular presence as command and prayer.

A quantum out, a pulse in,
The atmosphere itself - the central storage stone.

🧭 3. Connecting the two: Singularity echo hits O₂ world

And once – only once – plunges from the hole
a call from space, as a broken shock.
It strikes O₂, the breathing sea,
and stores itself so heavily in the lungs.

Now they breathe voices of dark destiny,
of singularities, shifted and crazy.
The planets breathe stories in circles,
of things no one has ever seen, but they know.

If you want, I can expand this with specific planets, exotic surface forms (e.g., "silicon ice with plasma skin"), or build song lyrics or fragmentary poems from it for an AI voice.