Genomes

Her left foot turns out slightly

the forward jut of her jaw speaks

in glowing amber

she says this word at ten

and turns onto that street at twelve

there are always 
secret combinations
of numbers

and colors 

He recognizes this and holds

the prongs of each detail

inches away from the alternating

current of public opinion

it’s part of the plot

to get him

so he invents story after story

and always there are secret combinations

a certain number of syllables

with the necessity of emphasizing 

the right one

so he must be vague

deceptive

precision might unravel the helix

where adenine follows cytosine 

in the seventh strand

he mustn’t unlock doors

through which he can
never pass

but in the end

all sequences seem out of order

so he aligns with

the emission 

of dying photons

kneels by the bedside

he abandoned

bereft

deranged

by the regular arrangement 

of atoms.

(inspired by Kirks's post)