In a Vacuum
Fortified supplements of enriched uranium. I feel you seeping through me. Tell me where you’re standing and I’ll come find you. Tell me what you see.
Tell me what you see.
(I’ve seen this five hundred million times and it still looks dead to me)
I’m in a vacuum; when I scream I make no sound and my sense of smell… what the hell is it for. I travel at the speed of light until I collide with myself. And when I do, I fall out of existence. Annihilation is a weak description. I want to feel your weak nuclear force.
but my desires are automatic and they tend towards chaos.
If I categorize the things I know their absolute value becomes unknown; and I’m told the root of my square is negative.
But that’s ok because I cast no shadow and as I travel I displace only temptation; and sometimes time. My inspiration comes from you, but I am not free, nor radical.
My psyche succumbs to you and my psychology dreams in colors inspired by you. But that’s not who I am, that’s just my body playing tricks on me.
If I was to really take apart my physiology I’d find the proteins I’d inhaled while standing near you; And I smell them now, though I’m still in this vacuum.
I twiddle my thumbs as I contemplate infinity and I shake my head so slow it’s hard to see. If you could only find the time, you’d solve many of life’s mysteries. Like why it’s hard to find the time to solve life’s mysteries. And when you do you’d be ironing out my sense of irony.
Life cannot exist in a vacuum, yet here I am. I have no future, only a destiny; it’s pre-determined by my determination and completely dependent on my independence.
And from a distance, your quanta affect me.