days on end
lakes unending going nowhere
the cyclic random nightly trilling
words that, mean .
and also mean what you want them to
hollow laughter
and the hollowness of a child's face
which means what the mother says it means

but without words
without thought
without worldliness
and utterings of ultimate absurdity
we find meaning
however we can

it upsets me
to believe that unreal reality
of false hopes and shattered beliefs
which feel ike a million tingling shards
of the sky
with skimming winds and racing clouds
in shapes of gigantic tree heads
and endearing treepies

it disturbs me sometimes
and i unsleep in nights
looking out into the umbra
of a reality which feels crazed
and the cricket's song
understands my heart my soul
and my sad despair
a longing for an experience
which is gone forever
and shall return
but only as a memory overcast by false belief