collapsing defragmentation by Matthew Sharp I am the missing stair you skip to respect my space I am the tire shredded to the rim spinning to nowhere with enough friction to dissolve it all I am on both ends of the telescope/microscope met in the middle like an hourglass with one grain of sand i am the black hole every direction is down like the north pole every direction is south i am the pressure that loses its identity like neutrons in a pulsar collapsing defragmentation I am the storm without an I/eye i am the message in an empty bottle released from the depths to explode on the surface inevitability born of time I am the meeting of strangers whose faces are obscured by mirrors mocking eternity with their infinite reflection I am the rock in the stream the photons washing over me eroded geometry gravitating balance i am breathing too slow to view my breast I am taking a million years to think for a minute 08/02/2014 Posted on 08/02/2014 Copyright © 2024 Matthew Sharp Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/02/14 at 09:08 PM You are indeed defragmenting in a most fascinating way. Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/03/14 at 02:14 AM Really like the Zen feel of this Matthew. Lively, refreshingly different poetry! Posted by Bertram Sparagmos on 08/08/14 at 05:38 PM It's all relative. Posted by Gail Wolper on 08/28/14 at 12:29 AM Marvelous piece. Loved it. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)