in me. I know you wonder the same
about the number in you. I wonder about
their origin. And I wonder about photons:
fiat photons. Sometimes, ego
forgets to block out all transmissions
from the broader spectrum,
in which instants
you may glimpse,
I can too,
the scene that shows it's all,
including here and us, one river
of light flowing around
and through black-hole boulders
and dark-matter mountains.
hans ostrom 2015
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