Electron Dust Poem by Patti Masterman

Electron Dust



Flying through the fevered sun
Dust of electrons, your time will come;
With tiny hands we cannot see,
Purveyor of some fluid dream.

Old still, when the world was new
Many bifurcations through,
Subdivided on the fringe,
Bereft; apart from matters hinge.

Time will sweep your comely doom,
Electrons who were gone too soon-
The Conservation Law must save
The martyrs to the cosmic wave.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Marieta Maglas 06 August 2012

Yes, Patti, you're right, we're the martyrs of this astral event. Firstly, we need to understand the situation.An awakening is necessary for us.Unfortunately, even people are attracted to what scares them, they don't face their issues...Thank you for sharing the message of this good poem.

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