Wincing and whining about its fate
As if it didn't know
We all flicker out, filaments burst in brains
Hearts seize and veins rupture
Blood ceases to flow
So why is this vacuum-sealed
Electrically charged glass ball
Staging such a show?
It's an inanimate object
Without consciousness or intention
And only one purpose: to glow
Yet it wheezes like a lung cancer patient
Dimming and brightening at random
Strange how its death is so slow
Usually they explode out of existence
Like tiny bombs when the switch is flicked
Not this one - oh no
It lingers with an empirical determination
A law of thermodynamics, ode to entropy
As if biological life were its foe
Is it trying in its quantum mechanical way
To teach me something about life
Or am I just waiting to watch it blow?
© shaun patrick green 2012
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