Maelstrom

Some lovely phrasing  here - "squall of isolation", "bible of body", "wave of murmur".
 

It's remarkable that a poem which repeatedly evokes the idea of nothingness - "echo", "space", "nothing", "isolation", "no time", "no poetry"-paradoxically leaves a substantial sense of warmth and comfort. That "bible of body" and those fingers on skin triumph the material over the immaterial, the physical world over the imaginative world.

Who needs reluctant words and ideas when inviting flesh and blood reassures.

Rgds., Alan.