To me, the thk-ing pulse
of keys mimics
the sine-wave tongue of the ocean, licking
away at sand that clumps
and then melts into the strand.
Friday, February 3, 2012
New painting: we are all science fiction...
Somewhere in the universe, someone thinks that it's science fiction that life abides in an environment so cold that dihydrogen monoxide vapor coalesces, freezes, and falls to the ground.
Isn't it beautiful and amazing?
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