i am this man before me in the mirror more than half lived like almost spent uranium my half life grows short but with enough energy to produce activity for some time to come thrashing through life with no control rods except those self imposed constantly searching for additional fuel feeling the need to continue this reaction possibly even until melt down the initial half nearly lost barely remembered except for those occasional encounters with other like minded celestial bodies at which time sparks fly while fireworks light the evening sky as two are combined however briefly as the uncertainty principal produces sufficient energy for the reaction to continue whilst the two bodies test their congeniality and combinatorial equations determine the stability of this combination whether an almost infinitesimal encounter or something more lasting each has always registered some permanent indentation on this psyche
12/04/2004
Posted on 02/04/2008Copyright © 2024 George Hoerner
Radioactive decay has never sounded so good. An excellent anology it is; I've tried to pull it off myself actually (I even had a piece with the same title) but I pretty much failed. You have not failed - great poem indeed, very well done.