she speaks of particles, physics, and laws
of nature: we are all debris shaken
in a maelstrom, caught up in gale force winds
victim-participants in this universe
of molecular tornadoes — irony
that we speak of ourselves as separate
from this, often as though superior
to it while it rages around and through
us continuously, feeding us even as
we feed it, feed each other, and feed upon
the particulate fruits of atomic all.
we’re all relative to this, and to light
in all its glorious though dichotomous
speed quarking through reality to love us.
David M Pitchford
16 Jan 2012
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