gxllery240

i am standing on a cliff and i am screaming at the sky
and i am waiting for my body to erode because
my skin will turn to bone and my bones // will turn to stone
and my blood is only good for spilling. but // the plankton rot inside my veins is
beating // beating // beating
like all my broken pumps could never and // the pounding doesn’t matter
‘til there’s nothing left for it to pound against. did you know
that waves // don’t move their mediums? i tell this to the tides
and i know that they are laughing. please,
help me: i am drowning // in the things i left behind.
please, help: i threw my lungs into the sun // and i can feel the fire
in my throat. help: there is darkness all around // and i do not want to be forgotten.
          

The nature of all things is to decay. From the simplest of hadrons to the largest black holes, the unrelenting tides of time shall gradually erode matter into nothing but a sterile foam, making order but a temporary illusion, an unsustainable dream. And though we may seek refuge in the astronomical timescales seemingly involved in this demise, the ever elusive edge of the periodic table imposes the realization that there are things we may never probe, objects unexplorable, due only to the instantaneous quantum whims of the nuclear forces. A world of foreign chemistry and exotic compounds, materials with properties unknown and unknowable, hidden structure found within our universe, locked behind an ironically small barrier: one single millisecond.