You read, hoped to absorb, the words
Of another: their genius sound you prayed
To emulate, and to spit something attractive at last

Brain soaked with their perfect ring, you
Tried to capture their truth, their infallibility;
Pray you'll make sense when they come to ask

They expect you, articulate, to explain
Just how you lost your mind: which illusions
Have you fallen into, have you sold yourself to

Do you wish to die: no, only to stop
You wish to pause this train, be empty;
You wish only to find something completely true

In your incapability, you have swallowed
Words of poets, playwrights, artists and actors
You dream of explaining; one day it may be easy

You dream, hope that one day they can
Understand; that you yourself will see clear
And of all ill-fitting parts you will become free.