Ephemera mortis vitae

These atoms

     make solar wind

     combine somehow to make an eye blink

     join in endless dance

These atoms

    want

    love

Underneath

    delicate tracery

    painting on water

    with blood and hope

A dangerous rearrangement of carbon

    beauty

    atoms flex

    fat universe consumed

So dance

   it stops

   not

The groove rises

   closes over

   like wave

   dust sparkles, skittering across

The atoms

   want not