A Sudden Collapse of Potential

A cloudless sky is brutal,
So undisturbed by your cries of war.
I felt the air of your world
Grow so thin that if I’d been less cruel

I would have warned
Our inhalers
Could not be guns, in
A sudden collapse of potential.

From Cromwell I learned to spot
The definite lines in the blur of life
That we were falling towards-
The cloud chamber suits drawing their little

Figures of eight
In such pure leaps
And spirals below- in
A sudden collapse of potential.

Held between your
Forefinger and
Your thumb you almost think you
Can wind them up
And send them off
In some new spiral,
Until, up close, there’s
A sudden collapse of potential.

Your autism was right to throw chairs
At my face. Breathlessly plucked from the sky
We collapse like wind into
Motion, or wavefunction to impact.
I gave up you
And everything
To be something, in
A sudden collapse of potential.