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The physics of me

The physics of me

-The equations of mass and energy collide
-strumming the bindings between the elements that create me
-conducting the symphony that is my existence
-I am lost in photons
-mind vibrating on every wavelength until I hear in color
-the strings that hold together my reality trimble on a frequency that doesn't have a station
-but I'm forever tuned in to the broadcast
-I rise from galactic ashes
-birthed from the death of stars
-sustained by the biocentric beat of my own drum
-the respiratoric exchange of gases renewes me with every cycle of breath
-controlled by the command center that holds the conglomeration of thoughts memories dreams and feelings that shape me
-powered by the dance of electrons between my atoms
-fueled by the hunger for the knowledge of the universe
-seeking it like an oasis in the desert
-craving it like a drug in my vains
-more is never enough 
-processing new information at 299,792,458 m/s
-but receiving it at 340.29 m/s
-mind moving so fast I can't keep up
-but I refuse to slow down
-neurons firing faster than they cool
-blown fuses and system meltdown noxious but imminent

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Nephric

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