Can you hear it too In this life of dinner plates and buttonholes and the day cycling around the rim of a teacup Kepler's planetary hum Lend me our prosthetic ears so I may hear you sing with closed lips Being cells interspersed with sound is more than being a body Bodies at intervals among sound are threaded Sound is communication So what are you trying to say as I go around-around
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Next week: On collective responsibility.
I loved the illustration and the poem thank you !
Stunning and profound—each line contains such much in so few words.