atoms
pinging chaotically
in a
vacuum
frictionless
works of
fiction
never stopping
merely
deflecting
off one another
hoping for
an ambient bond
to form

skittering
endlessly
in a state
of quantum
dissonance

if energy
can neither
be created
nor destroyed
then every
i love you
sits discarded
pieces of
pearlescent
shells
eradicated
by the moon’s
sultry pull

atoms
pining poetically
in a
vacuum
fictionless
pieces of
diction
ever flowing
surly
delfections
run on declarations
lamenting the
bonds broken
by silence