Integrated Change


Poems for living at the edges of worlds.


The Blip

That swiftest mass
with airy wrath, can fall
and crash, make rubble of all
or pass, of peaceful lines
of a pre-planned path.

Only the radar knows that
the blip, with all its energy
is just a blip, a ripple in an
electromagnetic void with
such immense awareness.

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