Lapse

Even behind the strained strange set of nerves
All is known
Of form--in a form
Of motive--in a moving
A making motion to envelope and to indulge
Tips me over as i touch the key
In a slow arc of plight
Slight and saintlike
It rivets in confusion the sets of left nerves
Ones saved for a calm assistance
Battling bowing lazing bends
In the structure of a sacred bond
In a silhouette
In moment
That cuts from marionette
I bleed into you
All that twangs
It serves us our gangplank
Between navels
Our anchor to strange and familiar seas
I fall through sieve
Straining to strained nerves again
As you leave