Oct 23, 2016
299792458 - Part I
Thinking at 299792458 meters per second - Part I Thinking at the speed of light must be like – Touching a popsicle under typhoid’s fever. Could it be the scent of sorrow for someone else? An error buried but burrowed? Borrowed? I’d imagine, “it,” a bird at my sill And resulting boot through the air; Broken before(s), bludgeoned becomes, So cracks the smile, so cracks the mirror, So breaks and so becomes, The speed of light.
- L.C.