Diminishing volumes of the rising mountain.

Sometimes, some words become a trigger to more words, thoughts to more thoughts, volitions to more volitions. 
I am thankful to a blog friend, for one such trigger. In a recent beautiful verse, Susan triggered this very poignant question-
http://susanspoetry.blogspot.in/2016/01/ascension.html#comment-form
"What are we to the atom “earth”?  How vast is

the space between particles in our mystery?"

And so are from my ink

more thoughts from thoughts,

more words from words,

more volitions from volitions...

Diminishing volumes of the rising mountain.

We are

the reason the atom spins

a reason produced from its spinning.

We make it

stable or unstable

cold or warm

clearer or hazy.

We are

the particles

of our own mystery

measuring spaces

between-

what was and what is,

what is and what should be.

And like particles we oscillate

between dream and fear

between here and there.

Here

we resolve

the mystery

of the particles

which give us mass.

There

we destroy, disintegrate, diminish

our volume

when we kill, burn, wreck

or just ignore

our present and our past.

Our volume diminishing

and mass multiplying with layers and cloaks,

our density increases.

Hence, our hearts are heavy today with achings.

Are we not turning cold?

But cold air sinks.

Is that why we are sinking?

as a species.

We are becoming 

a diminishing mountain

a drying lake

a barren desert

a psychotic prancer.

We are becoming

the space

between the particles

of our mystery, forgetting

that we were supposed to be

its answer.