Find the components,
then the components of the components.
Isotope, valence, octet
Crystal, isomer, allotrope.
The future will be the room at the bottom,
where that infinitesimal blur of a glimmer
jumps and spins everything ever onward.
In time hence
the trade game will equalize,
held static in a web of entanglement.
The Play will be:
“I’ll raise you two downquarks
for your boson.”
Wealth will be measured
by the distance between electrons.
The reach is every destination…in time.
Quantum leap libations
Every quantum event, a remembrance
fraction of time.
Only derision for a time dark in memory.
No nostalgia for an age
when the primeval grave
drove the monstrous mechanics of appetite.
Through a crucible
it will dawn…
as if casting off the morning dream scales,
that a voice named SURVIVAL
wild in the wilderness of our divide.
We are blinded before its hearkening;
listening, not hearing,
absent watching, not seeing…
that we must survive in the baptism of unity.
KRONOS DEVOURS MY BOREDOM
I’m sick of all the counterfeit escapes
that the world insists I need.
I’m sick of numbness,
in the sun’s slow blasting
of stiff shadows into concrete.
Same fate as those who wept
in the black rain fallout—
just on a longer timeline.
Opening a can of worms
just for the calories,
in ravenous boredom.
I will have to be jailed for a time,
just to liberate these lungs,
that breathe infrared, dust, asphalt.
These teeth that chew the cud
of lead-weight sugar brainfat.
Anything for more time. . .
Medicines for more time. . .
Pounding rubber to concrete
for more time. . .
The only currency on the ultimate commodity,
and anything not to sleep!
Those aggravating down-payments on death.
© 2016 Adam Lowis
The Big Windows Review 7 (Spring 2017)