What more am I

What more am I
Than carbon agitation
On a rock?

A brief and pointless
Perturbation;
A speck upon a speck
Within the breath
Of entropic exhalation?

One thing more am I:
A man that hopes and yearns
That through this very poem’s craft
His tiny mind deturns
At least one electron’s path;

That a single quark, a muon
From its entangled destiny –
By the power
Of his human’s will –
Be severed.

And the universe will
Change forever.