Muted void
in soundless gape
through which
language stumbles
stutters
mumbles
and left failed
cruel fate
impaled
on the horn of broca
thus expressionless
meaningless
darklinged
amorphous
ever-elusive
tongue-less exasperation
unsaid frustration
‘round and down
cerebral corridors
in search of
the temple of words
structure blurred
form unfound
unbound to sound
of worth
or understanding
dispossessed
of diction
of spoken function
meaning fractured
chasing the elusive
train of thought
and yet
to know
frail clarity though
lost
mired
in chaotic utterance
communication breakdown
logic unbound
in the heathen’d secret
of cacophony
it fogs and fades
flounders
unformed
intent lost
falling to stammer
unfocused yammer
helplessly stilted
stifled
abandoned in a
scattered field
of rigid expression
to fall
to silence
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rob kistner © 2023
Poetry at: The Sunday Muse
