“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 silicon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label silicon. Show all posts
Sunday, February 26, 2017
Abundance
We mind rarified
elementary considerations such as
helium and hope that just
stream out the o-zone.
While we worry about coal gluttons
and electric vampires,
the signal still comes
in crystal glints,
colors are just
extraneous.
The most resourceful
were generous
making love-
concurrently, we are
interfering.
Simultaneously
sucked in
shiny silicon i's.
Unwound and seriously
needing respooling.
Image credit Hugo Gerhard Ströhl [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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