After dark it is easier to see Burning Cities with ice Dancing just out of reach. Everyone is an element, afraid to Fuse, compound or Group together, instead we are inert Helium, only wanting to float up Into air. Jealousy is rust and it Kisses sweet oxygen which Lingers because it is More than Noble. Opening eyes is as hard as Plasma solidifying into Quilts of passionate stillness, and while Rubber bands pull and snap, Staying put is harder. Electrons Taste like lemon, smile like Under-eye bags, sound like Vacuums scraping up shards of White painted porcelain. Xenon is noble, we all want to be noble, but You are different, you melt and mold and Zero me down to nothing.