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Oct 2018
Light being its own medium

Wave
If you notice me

Solid if I hit an eye
Wish
We were better at
Being
Ever conscienceless

See its light being
Not me
Particularly

A thought now
Words

Furbished that they may
Gleam

An apple in your grandma's eye.
One photon from a star, I heard is not a photon, but a wave, until an eye sees the thing light is
Ken Pepiton
Written by
Ken Pepiton  71/M/Pine Valley CA
(71/M/Pine Valley CA)   
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