Sunday, October 11, 2015

DIRGE FOR UNREASON

If meaning resided in words
And what was felt was what got said
A glimpse into the immanent
Would have, to the fulcrum, led
If what was felt in the depths
Was plumbed, reviled by and spoken
Jaded being would find, amid indifference
Some undivisive self, unbroken
Yet constrained by mores, conventions
Words dry up, unuttered
While the repository of a labyrinthine mind
Would, by the unarticulated, be cluttered
Meanwhile the desultory world continues unabated
As identity fragments , with the essential unsated.

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