The World

The words were written at the tips of waves
Crashing along the coast, dark, rapt ribbons of foam
The number of bubble within the froth, a code
A machine that turns and is seen, the world
Simultaneous simulations merge and the model learns
Shame the people do not

Posted: Tuesday, February 11th, 2014 @ 11:24 am
Categories: Poems.
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