Bursting Bubbles

All the world is a bubble
if not for the thin slice of atmosphere
we would be floating weightless
and by we I mean everything you have ever known
inexorably exposed to the sun
reconnected to the elements that created us
so uncreated we could continue
dissociated from the separateness that plagues us
to expand in the ever increasing bubble
of the entire universe pushing into the unknown
which does not exist yet except
in our desire to make ourselves known
not as separate distinct entities
but instead a boiling mass of matter
fortunate to evolve a mind of its own
a syllable starting at the back of the throat
that extends and will not end except for the lips