The Waltz Of Theatoms Poem by Raymond Farrell

Though invisible to the naked eye
Everywhere, wherever matter is found
As far as the eye can see
And out to the universe's furthest bound
Without, within, you and me
They dance without purpose or thought
For all that is or ever will be
Is from combinations into which they've been brought
To make the natural realm we see
Some would argue not for naught
Others suggest accidentally
Regardless, these combinations yield the world we've got
Even our bodies, thoughts, and the light we see
Have all come to be