Action Potential

it feels intimately persistent
the drag on my skin
accumulated from orbiting
a dead, weightless system

like a refracted waveform
crossing layers of shattered glass
I collapse the frail incoherence
of the conformed opaque ambience

my path is straight ahead
there is no resonance here
only negative interference
diluting myself in the infrared

repulsion and reflection
blueprint of my experiment
in angry reactions and
loving projections

I hold all of it, charge
not measured in figures
neither in volts nor in rads
only by light's true measure, zero