Thursday, November 26, 2015

We Have No Words But These

What is there to say today? –
we have no words but these –
we see the fleas,

but where’s the dog? –
something’s clogged –
we’re feeling something

prescient, pressing –
something wants  to be in us –
something that can see in us

what something else in us
is hungry for.
We bungle toward

Perception’s door,
but can’t get through.
Oh what is there to say today?

We wish we knew.
We wish we had
a single point of view.


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