When meaning collapses and words dance
Thoughtfully, attempting to rediscover purpose
Beyond mere sound,
You will look to the darkened chamber
And see an unusually familiar phantom –
One which you would think belongs far in past
Yet refuses to be relegated to such a place.
A fleeting moment reminds you of when letters resembled
Joyous times of pleasures now unthinkable
As a sweat stained collar renders all poetry dumb.