Disintegration;

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about the realization of my place in the universe and whether my existence is grand or infinitesimal.

Submitted: August 03, 2015

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DISINTEGRATION

With different eyes we do see when we open up a book, 

And new ideas we indulge in like a fish on a hook.

I look at the sky discordantly, from where do old myths come?

I look at my hands with awe, I know now where I'm from.

I know that the unification of all forces is real,

From mighty, swirling giantism, to the infintesimal, I kneel.

I lie prostrate and ponder, while covering my face,

Deciding if my life has been foolishness or grace.

Then I whisper to the rug, "We both shall have the same fate."

Which is disintegration...

I dust myself off.

For now, the decay will be of the stories of yore,

While the rug slowly ages glued to the floor.


© Copyright 2020 Jailia Ortiz. All rights reserved.

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