memory was lost and found in controlled environment

in a room full of people the words are five six tall and placed so close together that i can't see what's behind them

what does it take to change the way of doubt into a wake of boat

i pray that I can spell the syllable of silence and spill the ruckus back into the sea    

Words are small drops like raindrops on my head.
They wet my hair and run down my cheeks like tears,
except not mine.
They are not mine, but I absorb them and they make home in me;
a home not very lovely but livable.
I can not offer them a better accommodation.
I am a dumb believer in them words:
unwillingly, but I accept them fools!


 

Where is my Cluelessness?
It goes missing while Certainty escapes the bars
While Ignorance leaves no trace behind
While herds of proven truths trample ground

I dream a dream I will forget
A dream I won't remember
A dream I want to dream
A dream of self

i live in fear of the unsaid words
the words that i don't want to hear
out of fear that they were never said
i live in fear of the untold past
and in horror of inarticulate mumble
of my entire life