Between stations, snow.
Bryson said one percent of the dancing static
is left-over from the big bang.
That's useful information,
maybe aliens or gods are trying to make
contact
but we're too busy watching
the other three hundred stations,
filling our heads with escapism
while life is lost on the living ninety-nine
per cent and the one percent takes it all.
However, even stars die and leave black
holes where nothing escapes, not even
light.
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altering shifting your work like light doppler
"Alien Gods making contact
Watching
we are busy with three hundred stations
filling our voices with escapism
While life stifles on the ninety nine
taken by the vibrant one per cent
stars die and leave black tears
weeping their light escape
quiet and taken "
just my adjustment to your fine works Kailashana
Thank you
Indeed, dear Esker. you have
Indeed, dear Esker. you have the ability, the heart to turn every reply into a *dance*.
Hugs.
Anna
Your depth now expanding into the structure of the universe, an excellent write.
Yes White light on untuned TV channels remnants of Evolution, now yesterday they say they have found the Hick's partical... Where next ??
Maybe they should look for some way of curing Poverty and homelessness
this could prove more popular than looking for and finding something we will never see, Yours Ian.T
PS:- Brilliant find though lol
Heart my dear Kailashana, yes
(Heart of darkness for certain)
This is,
This is a perfect poetical explanation to the problems this planet faces, Ian also hits it on the head with his answer. We're to busy looking in, as we miss the wonders of this planet and universe. Great poem. Love Roscoe..
Powerful specualtive work Anna!
The wonder of the Hubble and Seti and Hawking and Sagan. I read them like instructions to build plastic airplane models. Geniuses far beyond where I will ever be. The question is in looking at the nature of the universe we know, where it's a melee of flesh-tearing and mental destruction. The stong survive?
Cool for now, but we expect ET or Close Encounters of the Third. I'm not sure who or what is out there, but it will burn the ants with a cosmic magnifying glass. We the ants. Unless the hopeful mythologies weren't written to to stave off mass suicide.
Well concieved and interesting poem, you always seem to hit a chord with me.
Thanks so much.
Ron
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