In the first breath, when our quanta were lined up in pairs and shaking hands, the cosmic seed erupted with violence.
Perpetual particles, blasted through space over time, and left this atomic web that expands to converge, dissolves to reshape, into infinite patterns… into transient forms.
Forms are sculpted by the ceaseless building and branching of chances and choices" of cause and effect" collapsing into structure, actualizing into being" Our beings.
In these carbon containers, our particles find home together, shaking hands once again… all finally here, all inevitably perfect, as they rejoin and rejoice in the same cosmic instant.
This poem is really beautiful. I like how you connected science with life in such a deep way. The idea of particles "shaking hands" at the start and then again in people is so creative. It makes the universe feel both huge and personal at the same time. The flow of the words is smooth, and the ending feels very complete and meaningful. It's really sweet to know that you wrote a poem specifically dedicated for someone's birthday and the connection of it with science was really incredible.
Loved this poem!
I like the theme. There is a jarring affect you induce after the second stanza, I don't know if you did that on purpose (with the word 'forms'). But if not I would add just a single extra word to begin the third stanza... an "our" or something like that. It's really just for aesthetic flow purposes. Break the "forms" up a little. Little things like that can make a significant difference with this little art project we collectively have going on here.