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For the Birds
When I play on my violin
Birds flock around the window and
When I play on my violin
Birds squawk, and tune in to the sound
Telescopic Topic
Looking through a telescope is analogous to
Anything that we tend to focus our lives upon the more we
Zoom into one direction at the bright star the farther all the others become
In the end leaving us stranded experts of our planet islands
Summit
Tell me when the summit comes down
An avalanche without a sound
Then our lives made of sun and light will be inert
We will know will we know will we?
The Infinite Second
The quantum mechanical phenomenon
Where particles can pop in and out of existence
Is something which I experience at times:
If the muse stirs from me a key of
Life or a whimsical notion
And I experience a freeze or drought
It vanishes, popped out of my brane.
This one was to be another casualty
Had I not caught it as it was turning back
And leashed it here, for all eternity.
Unless our idea of eternity is just
Another’s quantum blip
In and out of existence
In which case, what time is it?
Separate Worlds
Around the world people
Are in their own separate worlds.
