Earth #3 We would call it flying, but the Neutrino is still. It watches the universe— spinning around in a frozen blur, everything that ever lived, pandas and dinosaurs and plague, pass all at once and forever— it doesn’t feel a thing.
Poem #181
Poem #181
Poem #181
Earth #3 We would call it flying, but the Neutrino is still. It watches the universe— spinning around in a frozen blur, everything that ever lived, pandas and dinosaurs and plague, pass all at once and forever— it doesn’t feel a thing.