fast into my fabric.
How shall I unravel you? Yet I must.
Your thread has stopped — no sudden cutting short; it is completed.
A new, plainer pattern starts. In time there’ll be a length of stuff without a sign of you.
In time there will be something I don’t know yet and cannot now begin to envision —
except that it will include an absence. But you can’t include
absence is that which is not included. Then
I’ll yearn to re-ravel
This is an experiment suggested by Tony Maude at dVerse Form For All: a syllabic poem based on the Triangular Numbers in a mathematical progression known as Pascal's Triangle (in turn: 1, 3, 6, 10, 15 and 21 syllables per line). In my version, obviously, the syllables also reverse back the other way, reflecting the movement of what is said, between addition and subtraction.
I am also submitting this piece to Poets United's Verse First ~ Edit to Elevate.