Don't Drink Bees

Pour all that I am
Into the beaker
And there will be
An inexplicable
Vacuum
Inside the Pyrex cup

Anyone would try
To fill it with
A chemical
From another beaker
To fix this anomaly

They'd search
The laboratory shelves
At my request
And pour

A reaction would occur
The vacuum would subside
For a moment
Sometimes even long enough
To make me think
We were perfectly bonded
A new, complete substance
With exciting properties

I would be gone
Along with the vacuum
But we would be
Together
And I'd think that was
Right and good
And necessary
Because I feared
The vacuum

But each chemical
Would eventually
Separate
And the vacuum
Like a giant air bubble
Would push them
From the cup
And I'd be alone again

There'd always be
Another chemical
To try
And I would try
And the experiment
Would fail
And I'd try another

I couldn't see
That I was destined
To fail
For only I
Can fill the vacuum
And expand
Into my perfect self
To fill the cup

And only then
Will any chemical bonding
Be successful
And only then
Will I know joy