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this is not a poem about science

refract |riˈfrakt|

verb [ trans. ] (usu. be refracted)

(of water, air, or glass) make (a ray of light) change direction when it enters at an angle : the rays of light are refracted by the material of the lens.

 

 

******* ash out of a little cardboard tube- what else would you have me do?

Taxed gasps but not as heavily as my thoughts- it is brought to my attention that,

perhaps I think too much.

and focus too little.

But as I’ve enunciated countless times before

what it is I’m waiting for

 

Refraction

 

Would it be wise just to make it happen?

 

Refraction

 

Nothing ever came to be by accident

 

Refraction

 

Except when the sunlight shone

and the wind did blow

with capricious direction

 

Refraction

 

and then a human crawled from the

cosmological wreckage

absolutely ******* random

 

Refraction

 

I suppose it’s within my grasp

to change my path

If only I knew where I was headed

 

Refraction

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vladimir-republika
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Jan 14, 2013
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