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Dear Mother
By: Rhodes_C
(School of Electrical and Electronic Eng.)
Competition Year: 2018 Votes (8) | Comments (0) |
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For the colour of fruit and the scattered blue
Millennia later I’ve come to tell you:
I can see spectra you didn’t intend me to.
You ensured I knew the predator’s roar
But to the vastness of sound, you made me deaf
My cochlea and malleus nowadays seem puny
Given the frequencies I can detect.
Dear Mother, your advice was to survive
But I felt the calling to defy and explore
So I structured my thoughts and unveiled your secrets
Despite the senses you deprived me of.