what we know is that
we are already tiny shreds
independent atomic particles
neutrons some, others positrons
from where we come from
oh, it gets too complicated
the shattered ones too admit
they do not know clearly
they simply have no information
nothing accurate whatsoever
and then what happens is that
there is a void that attracts us all
where we gather but not necessarily
voluntary but just the same attracted
we may call it random coincidence
but it is evident to me as a scientific fact
that there is an innate magnetic force
and all that is metal in us, iron or whatever
become convoluted like a cosmic ball
and we like it since we feel the invisible fire
and there is this rock & roll in vast space
that makes us all orgasmically excited
we talk a lot we ask questions and
we become inebriated and so loquacious
that we do not notice anymore the
eventuality that happened to all who
once were here: the explosion
the big bang bang bang bang
and we are scattered again back to our
sad, sorrowful particulate state
somehow i have learned how to define
what loneliness and scattering is
or solitude as i may call it now
it could be, on the other hand, my
4th of July, my own fireworks where now
as a tiny piece, i have become an individual
free, though dust, watching the stars
and all the other suns & meteors, too dusts
of this vast moving universe, this space
that accommodates us all: all silent atoms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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