my finger stirred the pool.
iridescent specks at this distance.
molecules separated by infinities,
attracted by a gentle gesture.
matter built on reducible complexity,
remarkable what emerges from the soup.
the specks of light flash for a moment,
then flame out.
the arc of their burning wick
painting pictures;
heating arguments;
bleeding in the darkness.
helpless to start or stop anything,
bodies in motion,
tending to stay in motion,
until the fuel runs out.
• Ryan Green
