your death is where you live it

all of us trapped here
watching him talk about particles
staring up at the lights until they burn
seem almost like flames themselves
making him a mass of sparks quivering
held together a moment in time
and yet still talking
while we sit confined,
held as prisoners in these seats

particles throwing particles at particles bound
a temporary timeless moment
a pause in nature's mindless dance

and we
observers and principle subjects
the best hope of this too long held breath
the last and only chance
to make it all Mean
before the winds stir
and this dust spins off
forming new configurations
unthinking, unfeeling, and impossible to destroy