The atmosphere surrounds the Earth, and all of it’s comprised
Of molecules and atoms, that an unseen force devised
When peering through a microscope, you might not ascertain
The differences between the stuffs, within that vast domain

For the sake of argument, let’s call these small things bubbles
(The molecules and atoms and these tiny bits of rubble)
Touching one another, they extend in all directions
To the edge of nothing; just one infinite connection

Imagine if you will, that folks and trees and fish and such
Are not so separated, but are really all in touch
It’s therefore I contend, that everything and everyone
Are joined by these small bubbles, and all operate as one

Folks from every walk of life, and babies still a’crawl
Mountains, lakes and aardvarks, are all part of one great sprawl
Some of us can sense it, others can’t but it’s still there
Now I’m going to tell you why, that you should even care

Good and evil push and shove, the bubbles to and fro
The scales go up and down, and where they stop; nobody knows
The point IS; everything that IS, IS one flat field of matter
That fills up all the universe, since God’s great Big Bang splatter

Something looked at nothing, and said, “This just will not do!”
And made a bunch of bubbles, that turned into me and you

Jeff Burkhart’s “Rhyme and Reason”
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