"It falls to the Atom to Observe Itself;" a response to my friend, Seth

It falls to trees to observe themselves,
to me, to count my fingers,
to inhabit, daily, the flickering candle-flame of "i."
It's why TV medics scream "Stay with me!"
why I slapped my grandmother
when her back broke against the rocks:
To forget oneself is to crumble away at the base of the neck,
a surrender of atoms,
each eternal eye turned in.



(If you all enjoyed this poem, check out Mr. Seth Rasmussen's response here.)