Detritus Eternal
by Odin Roark

Spirit seems indomitable
as vitals of life’s machine trudges on,
grasping the trust embe dded in ones psyche,
that caressing touch the mind implores ones body to feel.

To many,
like an afterburner having served its purpose,
the energy of atoms now of a different make and model,
thrusts forward into the next iteration of existence,
confident that time and motion are eternal,
that another modality of existence is always in waiting.