“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label atoms. Show all posts
Showing posts with label atoms. Show all posts
Saturday, May 21, 2016
If then (Hi-Q)
If everything were
of atoms-would re-action
make art of fingers?
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