Lies

Inside a small atom of a thing grows
adjusting, readjusting
making room
expanding
always expanding
outside life is as it was
nothing new
sun shines
clouds form
rain threatens
and inside this small thing is ready to spread
and tangle its threadlike antenna
into crevices
and spots that you wouldn't think
until it has spread itself-
with no visible beginnings
no end
nothing but a tangle of nothingness
viscious
callous
spiteful
yet meaningless.