Who is she

I am posing like the void. 
I try to guess what ENDLESSNESS looks like,
or how she’s feeling.

The void is sad? the unknown is depressed?
The shapeless darkness is lonely?
The endless night searches for connection?
What is it looking for?
Hello? 

I've got it all wrong. I'm shaping shapelessness.

Why do I want an answer?
Am I sad, depressed, lonely, searching for connection?

Surely I am not any more sad, depressed, lonely, searching for connection

than any other shapeless dark endlessness.

What roast chicken am I beneath the rosemary of my adjectives? 

Why does none of this seem ok?
I’m searching for the right words
for my existence, because I want to chime 
with my bells. 

Gently I plumb, with exactly

the finger you picture, the same one.

I will know this or lose my detective's license.