She was in the wrong spot
At the right time
To have the wrong thing
Come right her way
A lifetime tucking crumbs
Drinking muddy rusty
Ducking iron worms
Fucking like a madwoman
Things take seconds to start
Hours to find
Seconds to slow down
Hours to end
She took her final moments
To ponder her reality
How she was niether her or there
On the the humanity tip
Its pure crazy
To think of all these forces
The weak one
The grave one
The accelerated one
They teeter they totter
In the core of the reactor there is calm
Face down in that pool
You find your very answers
Staring back up at you
Attracting and repelling
In the reflection of the pond
They swim freely
Bouncing here and there
Debating their relevance
Pondering their impact
But there is calm inertia
Between the lions teeth
There lie the most inert of gums
To observe the tongue in action
Some might call it tumultuous
I call it inertia
I call it watching the house burn
Seeing the same questions in her reflection
Kissing the memories
That attract and yet repel.
