When words escape yew
Drawn from an empty
Mind and heart that
Just won’t come
To reveal knowledge
Of what cannot last, the
Speechless unending
Torrent of lies believed,
Dumbfounded, aghast,
What can yew say?
Words of no meaning
Meaning what yew say,
Mouthing the silence
Of a meaningless day,
Dearth’s intrepidness
Forced itself upon me;
Speak not in riddles of
Confounding puzzles which
Abide in the dark nighttime,
These enigmas per chance
Beating a Conundrum
That echoes in lost ears
Of those who will not listen.
Jim Hime©2013
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