Helium Neon

I am torn apart
and I fall back again
overthrown

By the lords of lightning
one red
one blue
Throwing themselves against my shell

They call me home
and tear me away again
through basic training
I find locked step

Michelson
and Morley
one of many
not alive
and not dead
to the target
glowing red

from a sharks head
coherent
through the shimmering depth
towards a common target

Not a faisal
not yet a farouk
not a particle
no tasty wave
tempered light's glaive