i’m speechless
in the face of this
ceaseless onslaught
of emotion
attraction, seduction
affection.
what am i to say?
i’m voiceless
in the throes of this
spinning vortex
of remembrance
embrace, grace
and reverence.
how am i to act?
a frantic rush of reasoning paralyzes my ability to talk. an endless stream of consciousness – a torrent of thought – spreads across my mind like a mosaic with myriad different details, each more intricately interwoven into the whole than the last. not just an idea – a gestalt – a truth greater than the sum of its parts. an ineffable, ethereal knowing. a dialectical dance of the highest order. it forces me to be
speechless
no, really –
i'm not being facetious
ya it sounds specious but
ever since i was a fetus
i've been dealing
with this evil genius
woven into the fabric
of this seamless helix
heck
i've nothing
more
to say.