Run outside to find mink flowers,
unicorns and molecules
all the things you want to bring
to the party

They are all but particles
scattered across the living room floor
or maybe lines on a mirror
through a hopeless door

Entertained by the night
entranced with the stars
in their fight against the sky
ascertain caged lions
who cling to the memory
of flight and thoughts of Einstein
that define our feelings or some ****

There is reason for the gaze
but the beasts miss
used their rhyme but they're still able
to find their way back
I know because I'm always reminded
atoms are what make us matter