Lost or found?
You’re adrift amidst your cosmos,
Held by 9.8 m/s squared, of gravity.
14.7 pounds PSI, of pressure:
Weight of this atmosphere upon you.
Hurtling across space,
Chained to thy rock.
Crust all full of magma.
You know nothing.
To see the world as I do;
As a wash of Atoms,
Is both a blessing & curse.
9.8 m/s, 14.7 psi.
