radar love

there is a voice bouncing around in the void

whose location is found by mind sonar

 

random Doppler waves projected into nowhere

are returned as key strokes with no direction

 

leaving a trail that unfolds behind here until

there are no more words left

 

 

for De’s Quadrille at dVerse

 

25 thoughts on “radar love

  1. kim881 says:

    I read the title and Golden Earring came into my head and I can’t let it go! So many voices bouncing around in the void, Paul! And then I read the poem again and I agree with Bjorn about the poem talking about itself.

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