to speak the unspoken
I realize many fleeting things
Words which seek speaking, leaking
Pressure building, questions unasked
Slip into the past while possible answers
Dance in sketch-comedy skits
On the flickering screen of my-nd
Behind me they drag, bits and bytes
Alphas and betas of failed insight
One-way communication skating
On one leg, clapping one-handed
I want to know where the boundaries are
Where the electrified fences, defenses,
And Thou shalt not passes have grown
In the shadows outside our speaking
Hints and mixed messages spawn
Guessing games, speculations running wild
In curiosity’s brain, desire thwarted
By careful adherence to etiquette of
Unspeaking agreements
If I know where not to go, be assured
I will scrupulous be but this nebulosity
Is breeding insanity
In case it fails the test of ‘obviousness,’
Let me say, this is not your doing
But my own
My unspoken words live here
Etiquette defined by my own fear
Don’t talk, don’t trust, don’t feel
The litany of life in the twentieth century
This new millennial venturing into faith
Still fails as often as it feeds
So, the question is asked; my task now
Is to release it.