Fool's Gold

I will keep scribbling things down
tap-tapping on the keyboard
I will do this
until the genius comes out
--it is taking so much longer
than I would like

Do you know, does anyone else out there understand
the misery of a dead tongue? 
unable to express
what is seen and understood?
To have a profound experience which you are only able
to retell in deflated description?

I saw a sunset yesterday that would have saved your life
if your life needed saving
and to save my own, I can't explain it to you now.


Does anyone else know what it feels like,
to have a cavernous mind? 
Yes, that's the metaphor for my brain...
Deep? Maybe.
Pitch.  Absolutely.

Mining for the right words
It is a clamor,
desperately digging and blindly searching,
feeling aimless
I was sure there was a purpose

So now I resort to recklessly scratching at clumps of key strokes
which crumble into 
the
same
dull
words.

This weakness is madness.