Convolution Realm
I am a desert,
you are a deserter.
This is a journey
we endure together.
The picturesque setting
of sun is slowly letting
loose the qualms and
quarrels of skin and sand.
I am an ocean
you are branded
The last good hope
for you is to be stranded.
The evening whispers
you sails hurtles
Your hopes rejuvenates
traveler eternal.
in cosmic chaos
things collide
ever stranger
circumstantial allies
signals convolutes
systems cascade
brush against
and slowly fade.
It even may be rude
to ask for more
than a friendship of
sea and a shore.
how can it suffice to
sometimes plunge in the sea?
a friendship of sea and sailor
is not to be.
Thus sea embraces
not the traveler
but the fishes
and bears eygres.
Thus the desert
scorches the days
and chills the night
so the deserter stays
We will explore the world of signals and systems in series of poems and their applications in real world.
This is my day 13 entry of the 100 days of poetry by @d-pend from SteemitSchool.