The Silent Atoms Poem by RIC BASTASA

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.