Synthetic bodies and heavy minds
Swing in a quantum realm,
Without a centroid or real density,
Electrons swirling and dancing
Coalescing as the crust of Earth.
The four elements enliven
A manifested universe
Like a fresco on the screen of Awareness
Where man stretches himself,
Spasmodically
Between levitation and gravitation.
Wanting to comprehend the secrets of the sky,
Yet tracing the passing clouds,
The inner skirmish consumes
Lifetime after lifetime
Finding no relief,
But learning to graciously
Walk on a path of stones,
Jumping from one foot to another,
Until both are lifted from the ground,
In the beautifully still heavens.
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