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# 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.