Poetry

Monday, 18 October 2021

Half life of your care

 Won't you tell me

How you're spinning

In the radioactive isotope there

Won't you tell me, the half life of your care, oh yeah


Is it 50, is it 40 ,

Is it around 20:20

What do you need? And what do you you dare, oh yeah


In the foreground

In the fairground

In the far sound from somewhere

Won't you tell me, the half life of your care?


How long will it take for me to decay

Like a jailbird, like a mocking jay

In the forest, in the thickest wood

Or neighbourhood

See diffraction like an x-ray

See the cathode tube and particle spray

In the foreground television there, back in the day


And the white noise, and the signal,

Getting lost in the Mendip hills

Give me microwave, give me ultrasonic care, oh yeah


In the photograph, of exposure

I can see I'm getting older,

Who will still be there?

I'll give you guesses, maybe two or three

Show you infinity, and eternity

But just show me you will still be there


Oh you can tell me, probabilities

You juggle the uncertainties

Just hold my hand, if I despair

Firefly, burning in the night

Photons flying at the speed of light

When Time is sidewise

Train carriage doesn't look so bare


I try to hold you but I'm lost now

In the spinning, forgetting everything

Entropy and chaos, Magnetic resonance

Bring me back into the foreground

I can touch you on the shoulder

Radiotherapist, radiographer 

Tell me what is the half life of your care?


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