Simplex
You talk to me over one line
None of which are mine
Words flow through one at a time
Like flowers on a spectral vine
Every one of which is benign
Do you see how bright they shine
Where everything must align
I lie on the grass supine
So that I can see what's divine
Before I can decide to decline
Those photons that don't shine
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Art et Poésie au Crayon Livre suivant (Art and Poetry with a Pencil Part 2)
PoetryThese are rhymed and free form poems that express my thoughts on art, science, philosophy, life, love, politics and death as told from a scientist's point of view in some cases. This is poetry book No. 8
