Life+Amidst+the+Atoms

(ROUGH DRAFT)

We oft wax poetic on the virtues Of human spirit, that “immortal” soul. In truth, we are (despite poets’ sweet ruse) Molecular bits, comprising a whole

Science reducing life to mere figures Forlorn numbers duly expressed in ink A bundle of nerves, chemical triggers __From the tainted cup of knowledge__, we drink

Face the cold facts: consciousness is a ploy Forget, shall we then, the __bliss of being?__ Nay – in chemical bonds, exposed is joy To curious minds, awestruck and seeing

For isn’t it splendid to think we are Made up of the same godly stuff as stars?

(I realize now I forgot that the volta goes in line 9, and I need to add some more literary techniques.... will rework it soon)