Asymptotic Freedom Poem by Brian Minniear

We spun, trapped in a pane,
Through stars that we rarely saw
But took for granted

And I am far less haunted by the memory
Than the ideal
Which rends my dreams
And cannot be maintained, like a handful of hourglass sand

Like life

Desire and possession
Bind and divest
Body and soul

Then onward we flip and dance
Pulse and repulse
In fission and ands
Through the color force
Across apathetic distances, minimally indifferent

Never sleeping
Never waking

Like afterlife