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I am made of molecules
and this table is made of molecules and the lush grass is made of molecules is there a difference between us? Does a tree have sentience Does a table know it was once alive? That it had friends in the forest? The oil that makes the pen that allows me to write does it know it once was a dinosaur from other times, perhaps a T. Rex? Could the rice and wheat and oats in my Chex remember what it was like to be planted to feel the wind tickling its strands before it was cut down by a men and his machines? What does it mean to be molecules.. to be part of something to be at different times alive, no longer and then something else--freed? Some say I think too much. Some say--my head is locked within a dream. Some say I mumble random words and thoughts without knowing what they mean. But I ask and I question often and I observe and I see more of the surface than others do not see... What is the common essence in these molecules where does the spark of life begin and how and when and where does it alter and become something new is it still here or does it cease to be? matter is matter and this matter bothers me... If a woman has a soul then is there a soul in the tree? If an animal does also think and feel than isn't he like me? We all share the spark that is in the molecule somehow we must share something alike that makes us all want to continue living and being and share that singular obstinate inner force which tells us all how hard it is for us to leave. LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM/MOLECULES 10:27AM/FEB 6, 2021 TIME DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER /POET /THINKER MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND LEGALLY REGISTERED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD Vote for this poem |
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