When I was a child, newly born
life was, and no words shaped it.
But I grew, and grasped at syllables
till nothing passed in silence.
Struggling to speak the essence of the world
I laboured with a host of definitions.
Yet, despite my mountainous words,
I have found myself,
in these new times,
in strange and speechless landscapes,
lost, alone amid the indescribable.
I am just a child.
All the messages from mind to mouth
cannot reveal this slippery place.
May 28th 97
Written just after the end of my first marriage.
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