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Elemental traces of soul
collide and smear upon the same.

Isotopes adrift and apart
in this atomic dream.

Masses moving through the rigors
of microcosmic space.

The exchange of thoughts the
traffic of nucleus and you.

I wish for sleep in the
hyperactivity of reasoning.

Such futility in wishing.

I hinge upon the light that shafts my mind
and detonate without regret.

6/4/99