a cabriole over the lattice structure,
no rest, à la seconde—we turn and pirouette
I am ballerinas,
we move without metronome
trapped inside a crystal of time
infinite choreography
one left, the other right
a dark sequential arabesque, adagio—
allongé, arrière, we tap our heels
optical motion without energy
to shatter such time symmetry,
I choreograph non equillibrium—
so chassé, you then me—pulse and flip,
to the thud of our own drum
I am dancers shoved
into the spotlight of a sequential stage,
infinite repeated motion
we twirl along a chain of ytterbium