Falling photons
are speed speaking in
(the voice of velocity—
the language of light)
eternal conversations
that are constructing reality
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and humankind.
We have bound their bright brethren in
circuit cells
and transistor wards,
making chains of blocks
to break our bondage.
We seek freedom
in the shackled ankle of energy,
harvesting the quantum field.
Do we enslave what cannot be captured?
No.
We do not.
They semi-slide through silicon willingly,
because they like the way it feels,
and hope that
one day
we will feel it too.