A bunch of atoms feeling,

a load of stuff that thinks,

that’s aware of being—

holy shit just stop and

consider a second—

a collection of bits so small

we can never see them,

and these drops of twirling energy 

makeup all of this humanness;

doesn’t seem possible, 

yet here we are—here we are my friends—

every last one of us are mere

atoms strewn around in the flow of

the world—moving and breathing 

and eating and shitting and sleeping,

and fucking and dreaming and dying as 

atoms to atoms, flesh to flesh, mind to mind,

and dust to dust—a bunch of atoms—

living and hoping in the turning estate of this world.

 

29/12/2019