Finding a Definition for Loss in Lead

the line you create becomes a curve
and it is held by the weight of your palm
on the leveled surface
of a flawed desk
it is among the adjacent,
the parallel,
the stray of line
where you build the nest for this tale
its place of recital
the pause for the sonnet
with no sense of timing or rhyme
annunciation blind
and your shoulder is at an acute degree
softened by florescent bulbs
shaking the cones of your eyes in blue cues
you are today
in discovery of absence
a loss that is ephemeral,
toll on the unmarked parts of you
a place of freedom and twine
simultaneously perfected
incredibly at odds
today yearning does not drag its tongue
enough to classify,
it is an underweight champion,
a could have been stand-in.
and as this line you create
with weight and a tangled torso
pressing, making, forming, aligned and structured
begins to curve a swollen tongue
it is lithe and clumsy
an adorned messenger of ghostly appeal