Silent too long -

Wrecked by implausible pause. 

Too long . . . 

Then gap becomes goal. 

Unfilled space rotates on temporal axes

And, like an Esher drawing, 

Agonist becomes antagonist.

The warmth, the heat, the light.

The broken karma,

The ruptured surface,

The abrupt transitions;

The casual, flaccid attempts at forgiveness;

The tension of abstracted rage,

A mild soporific;

The synthetic overture,

The formal, empty reply.

Engagement as a source of energy,

An input,

Becomes a gaping maw,

Gulping at even stray efforts,

Feeding off impotent attempts

To relate something to

Nothing