A Lectio Divina poem

BI:BI,BI Tr1

“In a mother (motor), out a moth”

Waveform
Bobs
Up and Down.

Washes over head.

I am floating
Looking up at stars.

Drowning in an endless sea.
Relaxing into the arms of the world.

The weight of galaxies.

Needle rides the surface.
Sin or Cos?
amplitude.
period.
crest the edge.
riding the surface.
Summit and Trough.

Black ink
Spills the page.

Nowhere but Sky.
Swallow it whole.

Perth