RepetitivityA Poem by Donald Meikle
Take your mind out into space
Let it view the universe Take in its totality Realize how much of it is absolutely empty space Or is it? Over 99.9% of each atom is empty space Nothing exists in it. Having now established that nothing exists And in extreme abundance Let us then further speculate Sound waves and other frequencies travel through space easily Could it be that nothing is made up of the tiniest of particles too small to ever be observed? And that the differences in frequencies traveling through it leave wakes Or echoes of their passing To such a degree that one or several repetitions Gains speed after time passes To such a degree that Time becomes immeasurable. Are you with me so far? Or are you as spaced out as I? (repetition) What did you learn today son? "Nothing mum" © 2008 Donald MeikleReviews
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2 Reviews Added on October 11, 2008 AuthorDonald MeikleHalifax, MAAboutLiverpool born,USNavy vet. Enjoying first marriage. three daughters, (two bathrooms) one until they left. (a tree that loves me) Poet thru geneology) Scot Irish. Living in New England more..Writing
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