The universe is too large
to ever recharge.
Why would it care
to be everywhere?
And, my atoms inside
do not even bite -
their size is too small
to reveal them at all.
I am in between
the spaces of sin,
the spaces of blessing,
the spaces of guessing
about the lessons
from my physical presence,
with atoms connected
to my brain every second
And, yet I do not know
many laws I should follow.
Are there any limits
of my senses and physics?
The atoms of conscience
are not really nonsense,
but a clever idea,
and my innocent plea
The moon and my atoms
are connected like phantoms
of meaning and senses
to give me last chances
to ensemble my structure
in the beauty of culture
with all combinations
of the same incarnation.