A Protein Poem (2017)

Was a skunk,
Banging each,
Beatle and morse code on there,
It’s out there.

You don’t have language but pictures,
The record, that,
Accumulation of everything achieved,
It’s out there.

Playing on radio frequencies,
you can draw,
more about space then the ocean,
bang noises,
It’s out there.

How out there,
coveted in space,
walking here,
pictures of what form looks like,
It’s deep dude,
It’s out there.

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