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I am made of molecules
and the desk is made of molecules and the grass is made of molecules is there any difference between us? molecules does a tree have sentience does a table know it was once alive... that it had friends in the forest? the oily ink within this pen allows me to write words and sentences does ink think know it once was a dinosaur the life force flowing through a T-Rex molecules do the rice, wheat and oats that are my Chex remember being planted what its like to feel wind parting its bearded strands before all of it was cut reaped harvested by man... molecules make a man a woman up the land and a bed where I lay my head and think again of molecules LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 5/23/2020 9:07 PM PST TIME DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY REGISTERED AND COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD Vote for this poem |
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