brownian motion

the capacitors breathing out one
last time, their voltages moving
ever so infinitesimally towards
zero, flatlining

you won’t ever admit it i know
you’re too polite for that
i know

but all that’s left is
the gentle tingle of
frequencies, transient
in a sea of noise
white jitters in the oscilloscope
sines flutter everywhere
yet my feelings i cannot probe

i wonder what changed things
i wonder what could
change things

if out there maxwell’s demon
can coax this gray back
into light, signals,
into that lighthearted
look in your eyes

you look like you’re happy