Infra

In homage to the ballet by Wayne McGregor

My aching loneliness
in the crowd
they walk above me
around me
I long for their touch
their perception
their sensitivity.

The cello
cries my loss
the violin
sings my aching need.
I am below
they above
oblivious, unconscious.

Below audible range
longer than visible light
I am crushed
by the weight of lives
the frequency of second C
resistance of relative motion
they dance not lightly on my soul.

I fall in darkness
grey light illuminates
my descent
dissolving charcoal
discordant phonetics
Baudot code
radio silence


Amanda Wade 12/12/08