‘MATTER’ TO THY FORM

My distance, from
The mass of uncertainty
Or, of mule momentum
Will take shape one day
Luring vacuum, binding
Towards thy nucleus
A little electron, me
Circumscribing
Thy ceaseless confine

Bare entire barren sweep
To confine ‘me’
Circumventing thy dimension
Not so long away
From ‘now’, the
Asymmetry of space;
To bind my distance
Annihilating all, that
Was ‘matter’ to thy form!