Atomic

[Silver WInd]

This is one of my odd abstractions

 

Atomic

 

Disjointed lives

souls in fragments

our lies fractions

of the truth

 

an illusion

disembodied

by scattered

figments of

reality.

 

Time skips

a beat

as we try to discover

 

for the briefest

of moments

we felt it

then it all

unwound.

 

Left spinning

in orbit

our molecules

dissolve

into the ether.

 

Everything just

a scent

of air.