The poem fails
It cannot render
traction
Or the queer zero,
Rehearse location
Or mine gravity.
Panic & lapse
Immune to weak
forces
Arise on threads of
absence
In mechanical waves,
Muted by
observation
& uncertain
rules
In the chamber of
bias.
An adumbration
transpires.
Wanton longing.
Dimension
Flattened &
tamped.
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