Wednesday, March 27, 2013


 I want to find my words, my dictionary, my thesaurus, my encyclopedia, my glossary, and I want my words to draw an atlas unlike any other, a map that shows a land never explored, a wilderness never breached, a place that previously was only an absence, here sketched out and illuminated. I want the key of language to open the charts to sail to this land, and I fear I've lost my compass, my sextant, my spyglass, for what I can see is without form, lingering in the shadows of my mind.