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The Atomic Model.

 

The Atomic Model. 

Ulises Vargas 

November 27, 2023. 


Can you hear it?

The bells, chiming like the waves on a free and sunny coast.

Grass, trees, the winds—singing so soothingly,

like the rocking lull of mother

or the elegant background music, but not static, 

like they must play at happy nurseries. 


Come, feel this fur. 

Isn’t it so nice—how it runs through the grooves,

the grooves of your fingerprints. 

Fingertips titillating and smiling. 


And, come, feel this cloth. 

It’s smooth; it’s artisanally woven. 

The strings, think about them. Really think. 

Distinguish each one of them, and appreciate the effort;

the craftsmanship of this cloth. 


I can’t believe it, that I’m alive 

and all these little things have even littler things within.

So what does that mean about me? 


The monologue in my head narrates my life, 

and its waves can be calm or hectic. 

What are those waves made of? 

Strings like neurons; 

brain like cloth; 

mind like sensation.


Isn’t there so much to appreciate in this world?

It’s too much to appreciate it all in one lifetime. 

So I try to spend my little life in complete appreciation

of the things made of little things 

and the concert of it all in symphony 

to synthesize the waves, the strings, the cloth, and I. 


 


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