Was it the prism or my eye?
Distorted velvet strands of light
bounced around my iris like
a group of atoms having individual
seizures, all whilst colliding together
in a rough but choreographed fashion.
Is this the type of party that’s going on
inside these small objects on the planet,
the liquids that run in our laboratories
and rivers, and in the air we breathe?
The atoms spiral around and around,
rebounding from wall to wall.
“It seemed like the rave of the century, if you ask me.
If I had joined their party, I would definitely have had
to stop off at the kebab shop on the way home.”