Meet me at the barrier

between

thoughts and tangibility

sift

through my unconscious

separate oil

from water

gold from

fools

form

stratified layers

blips

of memories and mistakes

 

Introverted isolation

I don’t speak much

so

when I do

it matters

 

I will not stand

for dishonesty

words without

meaning

behind

I prescribe

to the belief

that language

holds

power

that words

exeed

sophistry

sinful propaganda

 

Words:

are charged

with tiny pulses

of music

filling our lungs

with a taste of

Insatiability

because

they’re never

quite enough

to capture

the chasms of

our neurons

the ridges

between

our heart strings

somethings just can’t be explained

 

But we try

and will try

again

until

the only trace

of our existence

are those words

we left

behind

and even they fade

 

But amidst the silence

ever present

my voice is

still  

my salvation

my time capsule

my lifeline