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I never really understood the physics of it, how
every atom
vibrates to its own specific pitch, how, if we could see them
they would shimmer before our eyes, literally.
And if the same wavelength and frequency was played back,
the atom would shake itself apart, just like the bridge
in the video I saw for physics class -- a lanky connector
spanning the cliffs of a windy valley. Slowly,
the suspension bridge began to twitch, to jiggle
in the breeze (things I am told a beast of stone
and steel never does). As the gale picked-up, the frantic bridge
rolled like waves in a deep ocean, the wind knowing
the note to whistle across the gorge, and the bridge dancing
faster now, until it snaps its spine into three pieces,
steel sinews hanging from cement flesh.
Scary to think that we all resonate,
that, if you took a giant magnifying glass
and slowed time down to a crawl
you could see every particle of our beings shimmer,
vibrating like a tuning fork struck hard against the ground,
each of us dancing, vulnerable even to what makes us unique.
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