Sides of a Line.

Schrödinger’s Cat breathes its death;
a silent word in the chasm
where Past and Present 
stop short of colliding.
They hover over the divergence,
no space to fit either together or apart.
Incongruence is willfully blinding.


Dismiss the remains of a presence
which once carved out canyons,
it has fallen underworld,
and sojourns there.
Redress the topography of 
a lexical desert, once verdant,
now hollow to the ear.


But silence protects both
Vulnerability and Indifference.
They hover over the divergence,
incongruent in togetherness,
nonexistent apart.
They speak as the sides of a line.