Proton, electron, neutron.
The hammer and nails of the new era.
All combining in shapes and arrangements,
Making the universe, making me.
I am but an existence of smaller parts,
Most of which are empty space.
So many, so many many pieces
Bonding together making things of
Unimaginable proportion:
Love. Anger. Despair.
And in all this madness,
This neverending timespace
Comes a young bright man,
Sitting at a computer,
Paying attention more to the
Emptiness of the atom,
Than the magic it provides.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
let the bright man notch up something from the emptiness! nice poem.