to all the wanton anchors
that dissolve on moments notice
that leave in due course
that shun their saviors role

you have not betrayed me
no,
i have betrayed
myself, seeking an end
to that which may never end
or should it end,
it would end with me.

and i still whimper
incessant compromises
to the fragile exposition--
mindless phrases that grow
into sound revelations,
calamitous currents
striking my world of theory

and to be spared is to
need nothing to be spared so
i think in empty spaces and
am anchored to the void--

the void which forms,
the void which form
returns.