String Theory

With this thin unsure renouncement of link
I hold myself suspended, vigilant of shift
Words stopped preformed in the sharp suppressant
Agar of too soft, too reaching, unmirrored,
My very speech a solicitation, a supplication
That goes too timidly unheard. I hurt
In silence, for to voice this pull is to announce
Its seeming continuation into a void of nonresponse,
Of echoes unfamiliar, auditory collisions against the spheres
And filed bounds of space, of a nothingness
That fills me, in its insipient nonexistence,
With the urging inability to hold, my hands
Rivalling only the desperate emptiness of eyes
(, lips, time, arms, confidence in the reciprocation of need).

Left to hold frozen everything that beats within me
As immobilizing compensation for that which I once found
In a steadying reliance on the comforts of an infinity revoked,
I fear only this descent into cloistered camaraderie
With the amber drip of negation
Crystallized in prefix.

6/15/08