Poetry excerpts from Drawing on Tempered Glass

Satellite Imagery

Low earth orbit is filling up fast,
while the planet’s surface and its inhabitants
are more and more exposed.

Our movements over land, sea and air
are reduced to data,
enhanced in quality.

All the while we are breathing and
leaving footprints.

We volunteer our digital selves
to be monitored,
manipulated,
catalogued,
assessed,
archived
and lost.

We have to ignore how vulnerable we are.

Otherwise,
we would never leave the house,
or open our phones.

 

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Morning thoughts

I give and receive,
I absorb,
I release.

I sleep through the night
and wake.

We are all made up of the beginning,
which never really started,
with the adapted power
to predict its end
through powerful machines.

Or

We can observe our breath
and weave our hearts
into the big bang.