Another leaf falls, then the branches,
As the trunk rots away its chances,
Then sinks and mixes into the soil,
Within which the molecules toil
As they of atoms formed the mortal coil—

Which of stars and electrons and protons became
From the quantum vacuum fluctuations names
For the positive & negative balances of nonexistence,
That penultimate compositioning of our persistence.

Something ever is and must be, for nothing cannot.
Energy restrained by time paces its way a lot,
This lot neither frozen nor totally reactive to be,
Forming all and any that is possible, eventually.

Here we are in this parentheses of eternity,
That of nothing’s paternity and maternity.