there is a vastness
beyond the reach of words:

 " clumsy clowns "
tumbling through minds
drunken
self-important
   grasping...

while they themselves
unwitting
wisps of Meaning
  elude
   like silken threads
     grey-matter fingers'
    potentially suffocating
            grasps

they curl and stumble
all over themselves
in a fractal psychedelic haze
  smirking at their own
   linear
    self-important
     longings

while
wittingly
  the poet persists
   quixotic and earnest
      sanely
   flinting    syl la bles
       " s p a r k s "
           into the   void

illuminating
  if only for an instant
    the infinite expanse
      of their ineffable
        suffering

and we catch a fleeting glimpse
   of the excruciating
     birth
      of mean-ing