Atomic Instagram Tour

I am watching you live on colored screens
I am filled with your lack
and it begins a great hole in me
suction in my belly, reaching out to my limbs
black matter
pulling and stretching me
until I am nothing but my basest makeup
I am just atoms
and when atoms are split,
what are we then
floating particles, glowing.
underneath it all
do we still glow?
in a world without circumstance,
are we fairies?
do we give of our light freely
like Navi (she helped),
and do we spread goodness after all?
is the baseness at the base of us
not so base at all?
And how can we see
without being torn apart