Connected
I am but a grouping of atoms
spinning in infinite space
along with the rest of matter
and the whole of the human race;
everything is connected, and yet
in an odd kind of way,
because of the space round the matter
it really should not feel this way;
the largest part of an atom, by far,
is naught but a ‘vast’ empty space,
plus crumbs of matter (whatever that is)
Ain’t the world a strange kind of place?
(Written June 2018)
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