The whispers of atoms
dictate the current state of chemicals
In the shadows of candlelight
and through the colour of Goethe's eye
I feel the senselessness of dancing
on a silent winter's night
and as we watched
satellites fall from the sky
it made me realize how we are
not unlike those mandelbrots and julia sets
inklings of chaose
a sense of something not quite right
a warming on the horizon
and when the cigarette
between the fingers of feigenbaum falls
we will all ignite