Half-Life

We are plastic cubes
aswim in a lake of silicon's breath,
our laser minds reflecting zig-zag
from the crystal bedroom walls,
knitting anxiously to infinity's death.

Rays of blue, a parody of sky,
light our night eyes beneath lonely covers,
a love cast from electron-cloud,
fizzing in possibility, probability,
these atoms... friends? lovers?

Beyond our shell-glass sphere,
spectral players cartwheel in the street,
sing madrigals of a time lost
as we nucleii grasp at a half-lived day,
the vapour-bonds of vague friends
to comfort our decay.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.