Stand and watch, for the account,
For the abuse and acquaintance,
Unless the aerial is suddenly there,
And imperceptible material is not viewed.
Radio waves are rare like radiation,
With rationale and stage, the obvious.
Stand and willfully object to the truth
When the animal is conscious.
Harsh elegies contract and begin
To astound my intelligence and truthfulness.
Rays of light reject me when the radio
Is loathing all the light that binds me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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