An Annum Of Element Poem by Katy Fulker

A void of vacuum,
A block of blank,
An annum of element topping my tank.

Can't you see the beats as they twist in the air?
Breath of life - life of breath - feeling is there!

Definition no closer, but significance near,
A purpose of point piercing a year.

The beats cannot last, their breath holds no weight,
Their lungs shrivelling and shrinking to their sinking fate.

An annum of element, my soul to thank,
But the vacuum's returning -
That block of blank.