By WC Roberts

Twisted LightHR Walls

the line is cast into the stream;
the bob taken by the current
our message within

streams of data sent along the line
feed into the knowledge pool
fertile blip
igniting the minds in the core
of Sol’s egg-shaped heliosphere

Continue farther, swim the sea
between these stars
transmit backs of delightful
1’s and 0’s, a binary wonder
as irradiating energies bathe you,
our messenger,
in your trek beyond
the edge of space.

WC Roberts

WC Roberts dreams of the desert, of finally getting his first television set, and of ravens. Above all, he writes.