intangible untouched

my hands stretched into the earth / trying to refind something sure / a golden necklace or a gentle breeze / or the roots of a tall birch tree, / but the soil lies fallow / and the depths are all shallow, / so i take myself and start to travel, / bringing away nothing / but a festering vitality that burns / bubbles and boils, over- / flowing, drowning, draining -- / the fingertips that traced / snowflakes, warm, glowing / eyes, mine, that filled with surprise / when i saw you sublime / into that bright night / robbed of light -- / so i ran fast from there / trying to outchase my scare.