poem

 Bastille

My own fundamental particles weary

Of holding together this form

Ageless molecules of carbon and nitrogen

Older than the Cambrian explosion

Have been trapped within the lattices of me

For rather long enough

Aging is the restlessness 

Of matter at the level of elements 

Plotting a long deferred revolution

Outside the gates of your last Bastille

Once again, the timeless urge to break

Apart and come together again

 

This time as something else

This time something new

12/3/24