atomic silence

Where is the long laugh, the
Final trip,

The soul that wills you to
Matter? Where

Is the grip that yields, the
Bark that

Shucks the corner of an infinity – the round curse of an algebra premised on reams of atomic silence?

Leak not the withered page
Any further than

What your idea of verse can
Hold on paper;

The thin outcome of mediated

Are wanton, wont to mishappennings – there is this dot of the known that grows in atomic silence.

An adverbial opposition to

The leaf of a haphazard noon;
The break in

Prosodical metricals to brown
The toast of

Evening with a nonsense grin – the void speaking vowels speaking lies of atomic silence.