Atomic — A Poem

A forgotten poem from 2010. I believe this was with the collection of notes that may have been also associated with a road trip I took in 2012, making this a little more confusing. The poem seems to be about consciousness and physics… maybe? Let me know what you think in the comments.

Atomic

I see tiny little gods
In clouds and blades of grass
I hear their voices
In the breeze
They speak like mountains
In the fog
Their fingertips make words
Unfolding strange unfurled light
Where twelfth dimension archaic belief
Falls into place
And out of sight

Where is the line between
Science; God?
Welcome, acknowledge —
As the one, I turn to
Where seams come together
I will not fall apart
These tiny gods that vibrate
With life
Two planes together intertwining
To generate
The mind.

Thank you for taking the time to read this poem today! Have you ever found any of your old writing? What did you think of it? What do you think of this one? I’d love to hear in the comments!

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