I am looking for a language
That grows and shrinks
Within the very weak of me,
Independent of rules, grammar
And stance. Almost too flippant
To inhabit a mind or a heart,
Always channeling the other
Like a spring that splits time
Anew and naturally fails.
It would stand untranslatable,
Organic, washing ashore
All radiant attempts at asunder
Practices of forgetting, failed
Once more. Such coiling tool of
Appropriation would much render
The many facets of us into
A slender vanishing act.
A Poet in Search of a Language–A splendid,’explicatory’ poem.
Thank you.
The casual reader will find this to be a consummate expression of this author’s inimitable poetic acumen.
Thank you for reading!