Diatribe In An Empty Room

Also & nevermore recorded, the mind sticks, picks at scabs, wanders away forgetting. Thunder, you full throated seas, thunder in the full and swollen veins. Tell us what words hate, tell us, be not so mute as a rabbit fox cowered in a shivering burrow. The baby crib was born to whimper. The baby lamb pushes at the nipple whimpers just the same. Wimple and weft, leave the weeping to the sanctified, the sacrificial. The mind was old before it came upon you. It took your shoes made you walk upside down in an inverse eye. Pray tell, is all well? Now expostulate your lip tripe and see if any much broken soul cares. Boxes of emptiness rattle their lids, all of them would fit into the blundering, never before seen sundering of man in woman and woman in man, a devil in an unmarked van. Keep your trapdoor mind, your garmented flapping pockets so full of the disavowed, the cancelled out widow weeds of fake sorrow. Be not evermore, be not even now. As always there is much to be taken back from nothing.