A poem inspired by particle physics.

A touch can move a pencil from a desk
and a hand from a rest.
A touch can burn, cool and chill.
A touch can move the hundreds of hairs,
on your head,
and a touch can knock 20 dominoes down,
dead.
You move your hand and the world shifts.
Touch can build Cathedrals, cities, cars,
and touch can send the universe ringing, right out to the furthest stars.

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