Unnecessary Weight

I carry you
on my back 
because I must,
because who would I be
without your unnecessary weight?
I have bestowed upon myself a persistent ache,
a painful search for the profound,
for that ultimate fact or sentence written by
someone now rotting,
their body, at least, 
with their essence elsewhere displaced
among the cracks in the pavement,
in the trees and the stars.
I'm addressing you, Clarice,
I'm calling upon you, Vlad; 
grant me more than just a fleeting climax
from your deepest nook and cranny
and, please, bequeath me with something like
a truth.