A metaphysical poem

When many atoms and actions integrate,
We call it a birth, some life is borne.
When many atoms and actions disintegrate,
We call it a death, some life is gone.
Between many births and deaths,
A life hangs, between pangs and hearth,
A life bangs between songs and wealth,
What we wonder,where a life comes from.
What we wonder,where a life goes off,
Confusions beget confusions,
Infusions beget infusions,
Between a confusion and an infusion,
A life is born and die.
Between emotions and intutions
A life lived and long to sigh.
(c) LGV September 07, 2002