We are
superficial beings
densely packed on the fringe
of histories in contact.
We’re torn apart
by discord from within
and rush together
when pressure rises from outside,
The balance of the two
along with our emphatic bonds
encapsulates our collective ego
defines how full we are
of ourselves.
12th installment in the series of poems inspired by physics (see 1st installment for details). Further information: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Young%E2%80%93Laplace_equation
Thoughts and comments are welcome