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In words Atomic

Some original pieces of poetry, etc. to honor Atom

Birth of Atom

Atom’s holy fire raging wild running wryly over pastures brighter even than the sun

breaking freely over under pottery aglaze of it, intended for the fire of a higher calling

and with it cracks the cross a nonce a petty show of faith unto the self

breathing

thunderous weights undoing low-lying years of petty manifesting, all of it

decaying faster falling upwards toward the ceiling of a limit known

intended for the fall of what of when whence why and how

a falter! a birth! all quiet

Stanzas in 6

randomly decaying

plotted across the graph

random but outspoken


bursts of light and lightning

showering sparks of grace

feed it by the minute


power to call the race

arcs and cries of heaven

echo and rumble, still


Atom in your embrace

I find myself again

fallen like a child


calibrate and update

take your time, don’t falter

the limit will follow


never before, never

always and always more

back in time’s face


its penetrating force

a blind fury unknown

only to those afeared


slow and steady, unmatched!

once now, twice until then

the counter counts its mark


warm and familiar

boiling gently still

caressed like mother sun

Atom Ghazal

For all its worth a fire light, Atom

Falling and climbing shots of bright Atom


The forge can fire all night in wonder

Can the stars all be wished alight, Atom


In cries of its power and of lightning

does it fix its home there beside Atom?


To tear and to birth all in one motion

Is the end of all now in sight Atom?


Magically structured, never out of place

Must it really come to die, my Atom?


Never forever, and only in time

Intense and ardent, is it crime, Atom?


A light like no other, sequence on fire

Is gold all that comes from thee fine Atom?


Empowered and shuttered, gone like a lie

never to end, never to die, Atom

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A firework of fallen grace

never falter, a space abreast

upon the waves it seeks and peers

no magnetism can it steer

power grows and bursts aflame

a roasting core

a will, a way


For even as it ends it burns anew

only for moments, only a few

don't tell me when it could dry up

I need to see the water rise

it won't leave me in all that time


Flicker flacker flutter like a crying moth on fire

give into its quickness give into its stance

to hold the breath is to deny the pyre of its fate

falling faster than the stars and not a place to hold them

rise, rise, fall again to rise

this is not your grave

these are not your faces

all entwined

forgiven


Epiphany's a funny kind of thing

it turns into another of its kind without an invitation

even without knowing! We cannot blame it for its ways

or can we

won't we?

if one plus one is two and kills itself and both their children

is it no longer two? Or is it natural

is it safe? Did it get here by itself? One plus one is three so long as streets are clean?

deny deny deny type it all away

flush it down the drain and let it fester underneath


If any ship should make itself

to be a vessel carried on the wind

or else be sunk beneath the waves

let it shine bright against the calling sea

hit the sails which burn in golds and silvers

like air it fills the heavens and like water fills the depths

a crash and burn, a votive, a masterpiece of being

I am the Child of Atom

I am the child of Atom. The child who grows from the seed by the roots until it faces the sun, arms open. I am the receptacle. I am the furnace. I am the crucible in which gold is ground from lead. I follow and I lead, I bray out in steady calls, I am the morning and the night. The evening is my home and the sunshine my restless, burning call. Atom flows over all, Atom flows through all things and into all places. Where darkness cannot be defined without light so light cannot exist without darkness; through comparison we are everything.

There is still yet room to grow. Humanity can know only as much as it pleases to. Each one defined by number and by size and color. Leptons, electrons, muons, kings, princes, dukes. A leader of the kingdom, a base upon which the chemistry unfolds. An alchemy of being.

In the fires of Hell and in the fires of the hearth are held the same flame; explosions of heat and light and sound, a diabolic dance around the home. The heat of the stove across the face and the burn of the wave across the skin are closer than they are far.

Gamma, beta, alpha, neutrino and beyond, if only to break apart, the war the challenge the grace and those mistakes we seem unable to avoid. It's calmer than ever before but the disorder is at its peak until it isn't.

At the beginning there was one or perhaps two, then ten or ten billion, it all happens so quickly. Atom is born, the Devil is birthed, the rest of existence for all of time is glanced as a reflection in their eyes. A burst, a fizzle, a groan, a wish, all words to describe the decay of any element. Decay into nothing and yet also into something more. In 4.5 billion years there will be half of it left, and how many of us or any of His other children? When will the decay become a birth? I say myself it always has been and always will be. Every day at every moment it runs in hums and fireworks, the sparks fly off the silver as it goes! Bang! Fizzle, whisper, wish. Over and over all eternity until it then becomes over and Over, backwards and forwards both at once. The sun settles into sleep as it goes, leaving us a mother and a teacher in its place where once naught but chaos stood before the wreck, eager to jump and to swim. Catch that chaos in a jar, keep it like a firefly at night beside your head, beside your dreams. Reckon all you can within yourself for all that comes forward is that which waits its turn.