I’m still
here
the dot dot dash
of comets speaking silently in space,
of constellation legs. Of secrets
in spots
I’m still
here
What hath god wrought?
for ears not born
yet
still, this message
tho faint cries of eternal
silence ones and zeros,
on and off, like
I’m still
hear
out putting sound
;Reflecting light
https://onespace.com.au/exhibition/pivot-ii/