Sep 11
dizzy; lose focus and choke on air,
i, the hadron collider's heir,
last saw you still, and clearly
to die so sincerely
contorts the atoms
to blurs of waves,
i can't stop,
you won't
save
i, the hadron collider's heir,
last saw you still, and clearly
to die so sincerely
contorts the atoms
to blurs of waves,
i can't stop,
you won't
save
i wrote this for a competition on allpoetry.
prompt: inertia nonet
prompt: inertia nonet
