Tip of the Quill: A Journal
30|08:02 Femto

Blink, no, too slow by far, not F-16 fast, 

throttles full open and engines at full rip-roar blast,
still not fast, not ultra-fast laser fast,
moving an atom’s breadth, dancing in femtoseconds, 
weaving and cutting and welding and building,
erecting great monuments on the surfaces of semiconductors, 
entire civilizations on the backs of things too small to be perceived.
In Michigan 300 terawatts flex through titanium and sapphire,
primed to divide cell from cell, bond implants to bone,
change the limits of time and freeze electrons in motion,
actions so small as to be nearly infinite,
not unlike the minutiae that drew me to you.