For waves and not for artists waves
converse in shock or in parallel. They called
By repeated peaks and abysses.
They
, harmonics,
An ultrashort pulse train in pursuit, chased the
attosecond
Awakened titanium sapphire laser,
They swallow,
They were dispersed,
They wander
Only the expansion of the universe condemns them.
Man is a predator of the visible.
It is a light
A place of doubt
absence, quest.
Laetitia Bischoff