If I could for a second, tell a story?
Ok …
Stood along an aisle, a lady
waiting upon her packages.
Out loud,
where’d they all go,
just a second ago;
and on paper he struggled
every word let go,
he could feel the strain in his fingers,
what are the words,
what does it matter.
~
Ok, so I let go there a little bit.
playing with psychology,
y’know, you see
trying to hold my own,
sort of thing, as well.
~
There are places that my mind travels that act as if they don’t exist at all.
~
Then suddenly it hits me,
like a telling slap in the side of the head.
Not the most pleasant reminder
of such is it you, the finder,
always late,
wishing to be the insider.
~
I am writing utter nonsense,
trying to make meaning of words,
ideas strung together in a sentence.
I am what I will make myself
self, out to be.
Follow along, we’ll see
if it’s you or me.
~
He looked outside his window
and saw a wall of angles, and triangles
and rooftops and similar pains.
This is where he lives,
he travels outside and finds
structure,
not of nature just this.
~
Oh to find solace
knowing and believing
something out there speaks
to that we question,
we don’t know,
we all exist on the same plane.
© Scott F Savage 1/2021
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