In the dark chasm of my mind, a labyrinth unfolds
there I see . . . an oracle I have become
speaking the unutterable sound
prounouncing the worldless word
stand still and hear the speechlessness of the oracle
. . . of a sound unheard . . .
but . . . perplexed, my mind goes awry
how can one pronounce and let unfold that which needs unfolding?
I confront a wall, a barrier tall and true, unsurmountable
an unrest unravels me
my self frivels apart
a halting of speech!
a halting of mind!
A whirlwind wraps my self, tossing me from my seat
swept up in a disarray
lost in the spiralling chasm
I fall up . . .
speechless, without words, the oracle rises
he flies! he flies!
and lands with a ‘thump’
falling on his head, splintering his mind
fragmented, I pass in to the forgotten realm
oh, what joy!
. . . there’s nothing more to be said . . .
