Big love small love – NaPoWriMo 9

He’s a pixel-smith
building worlds out of
ones and zeros
yes and no
black and white
on and off
weaving binary into complexity

“Everything’s made of everything”
he says – he whispers
quantum to me,
until I’m only space
strung onto emptiness

we are matter
turning into energy
turning into matter
turning into energy
turning into matter

“Everything’s made of everything” –
we are all small stars
burning to expire,
inhaling galaxies
exhaling the void

“Everything’s made of nothing.”

 

 

NaPoWriMo asks us to write about something big meeting something small. This is a poem of geek love.