One Poem by Jacob Wharton
One
Red and blue and green the porous genes
And the scene careens through the dark room
Convex starfields creep through whirl wheeled
Dark planes press them vacuum-sealed
Cruise control in deep space
The fields roll by at an unknown pace
Energy exploding by
Star light lines raining down
A sporadic web binds the heavens
Pulling, stretching and tearing
Burning, freezing and evolving
And every thing is one.
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