Perpetual Motion

Rest.
Machine.
More reflection than a surface.

Three orbs of chrome,
caressed by axes with a pivot.
A rod, extensor, for each dome.
Like the H in H2O,
the molecule you know.

Purpose manent,
moment in.

Just
the lightest
touch upon the very edge
can make them spin.

Like a living Y
they gyre.
Left and right and right and left.
Hidden magnets repel and compel
as the spheres aspire.

But not forever.
Slower, slower,
gentle as a bubble blower,
growing slower,
slowing,
shudder.
Rest.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.