Poem Number Two

Deep structure,
the roaring sea,
a turn of events,
and the audio recording
of breathing,
the circuit concludes
with a disappearing act.

What had Heisenberg meant
and what were the delineaments
held in mind,
the rules bent,
and the texture of that heaven?

The syncopations of unrest,
the missing along the way,
the misguided and the touched,
these were the fallen,
gladly given and gladly served.

When the room collapsed,
all eyes gazed as if to expect
the universal as a temptation
relieved of its duty,
and the last smile caved with it.

I was there,
as were you all,
and the ground swell curled
around us as if to say,
"What did you think
was going to happen?"

And with that
the entire metaphor
reduced itself absurdum,
and the ultimate gasp
fell into the pit,
all at once;
not a mouth was shut
and not a tear was shed.

Darkness.

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