This is a vowel
And this a consonant
A sound is made
A poem is born
And prose propagates like the people of the earth
This is sand and lime from where we make
A brick that builds the house of stone and palaces of kings
This is you,
And this is the atom that makes every you
It is from this where humanity must grow to become
Your world
For centuries this had always been you all the chromosomal evidence
Point to you, this is you from where the whole universe comes
So please do not deny it, you are the atom the source of all these
The chaos and the peace, the solitude and loneliness, the joys and sorrows,
All these come from you. Stare, some more, take a closer look, it is indeed you.
I see. You are silent.
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