Muted void
in soundless gape
through which
language stumbles
strangles
struggles
stutters
and fails
cruel fate
impales the heart of broca
thus
grasp-less meaning
darklinged
amorphous
ever-elusive
tongue-less exasperation
unsaid frustration
‘round and down
cerebral corridors
in search of words
unfound
unbound to sound
of worth
or clarity
dispossessed
of diction
of spoken function
of comprehension
and yet
to nearly know
but no
lost
just below comprehension
null understanding
it fogs and fades
flounders
unformed
falling to
stutter
and stammer
stilted
stifled
and lost
blind to the meaning
bound in confusion
wisdom of the ages
from temples of knowledge
pillared
in the ivory of suffering
but all locked within
trapped
in a soundless prison
gilded
yet mute
expressionless
lost
to deafened ears
unresponsive as stone
alone
in darkness
unspeaking
silenced
*
rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: The Sunday Muse
Here’s Paul & Art, the originators, with a perhaps more genteel version: