Speculation

They say, the soul evaporates,
Body turning into mere dust,
As all poor mortals
After a lifetime must,
And yet, and yet
Immortal atoms
Do go on forever,
Just turning, spinning,
Stopping almost never,
With memory functions
Deep within,
As science speculates
Soon will be
In computers seen,
Though memories
Within an orb so small
Seem quite perverse,
But think of this:
A single atom started
This great universe.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz