QuantaA Poem by J.M.Bpressure of perceived externals talks to me about solids and E=MC2 with wholeness and strength ___________________ and I look around at the grass and concrete steel fencing and the skin cells of the genetic past in his eyes as inarticulate words emerge from the implicate order of my mouth and mind, broken up in discrete packets like quanta
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