reactives, impulsives,
as images that fail to fall down into words,
also secret conversations with the purring cat.
opinions that are other-worldly to sustain,
lewds and cursings that had substance
but not that these as presentables appeared to mutter.
the relationals but without any ease to say,
the don’t-get-me-starteds
that began stimulated by overheards that registered,
the dreaming of dogs remembering fetch
but fetch what(?) without tongues or tails.
the what-I-would have-saids,
now, ten minutes later, dismantling as mutes.
topics that start fires
but not wanting to play with those matches.
meet-ups with well-knowns having issues
this too has the voice of the unsaid
at breakneck speeds.
the novelty of details, noticed
but not anywhere near a possibility of report.
questions that fly off into the sky
with no one readily at hand to ask out of the blue.
the prayer of an atheist,
conclusions of self, as punishable and guilty,
cause for the lack of immediate sleep enterprise,
all meaning driven, now babbling on in silence . . .
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