Reflections of Conversation - Roy Lichtenstein

billions of atoms go eye to eye, staring long enough for cellular renewal but not a change of heart ~ with its septillions of atoms. I'm disappearing. missing crucial elements: colour drained, to fill the backdrop more than me. I become just an object with a story. this loss of identity is why I glare, but I dare not reverse out of the frame ~ even when my throat is cut. static, staring, still, body severed from brain, its octillion atoms left behind as residual anger, a reflection of conversation, a dissipation into nothing: nothing more than a rattle in a tin can.