Perhaps we’re imagining the atoms.
Perhaps our understanding
isn’t lengthy, but our fantasy is.
Perhaps dolphins and
whales have theories of evolution and quantum of their own.
Perhaps they’re looking at
us and pondering on our self destructive nature.
Perhaps they’re collecting
phytoplankton funds in order to help us- we could use some chlorophyll.
Perhaps every now and
then, a heroic individual sacrifices itself in the coast trying to warn us.
‘Oh, those animals just
won’t listen.’
Perhaps we are just fungi.
A fungal infection gone
mad.
It happened to a Gregor
Samsa before.
He thought himself human-
he was only a bug.
Perhaps atoms give themselves
the same importance.
Perhaps cells and viruses
also build societies and fight wars, gossip and study and look out at the stars
at night. Perhaps we are just words in a book, a thought in a bearded man’s
head, a white hair on a cat’s back, a piece of plastic in the middle of the sea
(wishing itself a better luck).
Perhaps we are just lab
rats in a lucid dream…
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