The strings attach to a singularity
the waves crash in time, as they do on the sea;
spaces move through you - and in and out of me,
but none of it matters, 'cause I can't even breathe.
The light shines onto a shadow of me
exposing my heart for what it used to be;
While I can not remember where I put these things,
the awareness is there of an obscured memory.
I grab and I yank to make it belong to me
more furious than any human being should be;
come, be still and stay with me,
no time like the present, nothing quite like the need.