Finding a voice

there I seem to have
done it again:
written with a 
borrowed voice
blending a little of
this quirky viewpoint
with that lyrical pessimism
a dash of irony from him
sultry lace edge from her -
I step outside myself and
let these voices talk
and yet they are not me
and still I am all of them
plus a separate something
amidst the cacophany
picking and choosing
chipping off words and images
maybe my voice is defined
by that empty space in the middle
which doesn't exactly overlap
with any of the rest --
if I can get there
I shall claim it
hold it close to me
and rediscover its power
to melt the silence


             -acm