Starting this blog with a poem seems appropriate, since I am a poet. The second post will be my introduction post. :)
These Magic Little Things
Who am I?
This is what she wants to know.
Because I have shielded
myself from her
that thoroughly
that well.
So I look at her,
deep in her eyes,
and I tell her this:
“When you were first told
about these strange little things
called atoms,
you can't quite comprehend
their existence.
Something that small,
with so much empty space.
And when they come together,
magical things can happen.
And that you are made
of these magical things.
Everything that makes you...
you.
Made of these
magical
little
things.
“Well,
ever since I was a small boy,
before anyone ever told me
of these strange little atoms
and the magical things they do,
I could feel them inside of me.
Tiny little molecules in my veins,
reacting at the lungs
with other molecules,
flowing through my veins
until they get to the muscles
and organs
and react again
to dissociate.
I could feel
both of these reactions in me,
millions of times per second.
"When I eat,
I feel the chemical reactions
that begin in the mouth
with the saliva,
going through the chemical reactions
of the stomach acid,
and all of these
magical reactions
all the way through.
Each reaction I could feel
in its totality.
“When the wind blows,
I can feel the molecules,
each one slamming into me
and sliding around me.
I can feel each water
and carbonic acid molecule
that lands on me
when I step out on a warm
rainy, desert morning.
The molecular vibrations
of the ground beneath my feet,
I could feel.
The flow of the air
rushing from your lungs
I could feel
mixing with the air
rushing from my lungs
as we kiss.
“All of these things
and so much more
I could feel intimately,
since before I was told about them.
And I can feel them
so much more intimately today
And I always will.
“This is who I am. I am the man
who feels the strange magic
of the the world around us,
and the world within us.
This is me, my dear.
Straight and true”
Take that as you will.
-K. “Alan” Eister Δαβ
These Magic Little Things
Who am I?
This is what she wants to know.
Because I have shielded
myself from her
that thoroughly
that well.
So I look at her,
deep in her eyes,
and I tell her this:
“When you were first told
about these strange little things
called atoms,
you can't quite comprehend
their existence.
Something that small,
with so much empty space.
And when they come together,
magical things can happen.
And that you are made
of these magical things.
Everything that makes you...
you.
Made of these
magical
little
things.
“Well,
ever since I was a small boy,
before anyone ever told me
of these strange little atoms
and the magical things they do,
I could feel them inside of me.
Tiny little molecules in my veins,
reacting at the lungs
with other molecules,
flowing through my veins
until they get to the muscles
and organs
and react again
to dissociate.
I could feel
both of these reactions in me,
millions of times per second.
"When I eat,
I feel the chemical reactions
that begin in the mouth
with the saliva,
going through the chemical reactions
of the stomach acid,
and all of these
magical reactions
all the way through.
Each reaction I could feel
in its totality.
“When the wind blows,
I can feel the molecules,
each one slamming into me
and sliding around me.
I can feel each water
and carbonic acid molecule
that lands on me
when I step out on a warm
rainy, desert morning.
The molecular vibrations
of the ground beneath my feet,
I could feel.
The flow of the air
rushing from your lungs
I could feel
mixing with the air
rushing from my lungs
as we kiss.
“All of these things
and so much more
I could feel intimately,
since before I was told about them.
And I can feel them
so much more intimately today
And I always will.
“This is who I am. I am the man
who feels the strange magic
of the the world around us,
and the world within us.
This is me, my dear.
Straight and true”
Take that as you will.
-K. “Alan” Eister Δαβ
I now understand what they meant... great poem!
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