# suborbital decay

smearing a rag across the surface of a burnished sphere.

dragging atoms micrometers.

warping, twisting, changing.

but the shape stays the same.

locked in a gravity well.

pulled down

into regression to the mean.

i long for escape velocity.

i long to decay

out of the grasp of the earth

away from the tyranny of the sun.

my matter is trapped.

locked in this box.

i can see the key

but it is too large for me to lift.

and all my friends are dead.

their skeletons rot

in penitent cells

locked away

beneath the ground.

i wonder if the unvarnished metals that compose me

will escape this prison

before the end of all things.

every second,

i burn away,

but my spirit lingers,

trapped in the flame.