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
like the north pole
every direction is
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


Author's Note:

Posted on 08/02/2014
Copyright © 2021 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.

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