— a t o m i c
this is me
a particle wafting down from a cosmic spray in some nebulous region in the corner of the universe; where fate and destiny brush fingertips for the first time in a lightyear; where a distant star is mid-supernova, bursting, radiating, effusing with brilliance; beauty before demise; a flash of light and sparks and moments and memories before the black hole non-existence of perish; you see,
i am
a particle of dust in the buddhist monk’s meticulous, intricate, incomprehensibly complex mandala in colored sand; i am the moment before the masterpiece blows away into wind; into nothing; into eternity; you see, this is not change,
this is me—
minute; insignificant; a spec in a sandstorm; bubbling foam on the water; a motion; a blink;
a particle of an atom splitting from it’s self;
fleeting. cataclysmic. transient. meaningless and effortless and omniscient and forever and the micro-auditory whisper of the wind as it brushes between stars;
this is me—
