A Jit A Jot A Tiny Dot Poem by shimon weinroth
A Jit A Jot A Tiny Dot
gloved against contact
by weather and epidermis
pop crinkle and crackle,
mute sonic traces of
viruses leaping, aborting
from one cell to another
gamma photons popping up
at strange spots
twinkling out
disappeared from the screen
without requiem and ressurect
gassed out pass away
flow with time
into sparkling space
Truly a please to read your work, this is a great piece, tho' I couldn't help but think of Cancer... nevertheless... *10* Be Well
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1/17/2025 2:09:55 AM # 1.0.0
'gamma photons popping up at strange spots twinkling out disappeared from the screen without requiem and ressurect' More than amazing,10++