An aimless stream longing for a core
travelling through the narrow streets of my head
I watch the outline of it unable to fixate on what it's seeking
I ask it gently
what is it you yearn for?
a helpless stretch of silence meets my anticipating ears
recognition sets it
you yearn for patience and gradual process
and I shall wait until you pick ripe words and consume them
in your gnawing stomach they will meet their soul sisters
they will coalesce and cure your silence