A Language No One Speaks
Channel: The Mind That Writes
Date: 2019-09-05

Α Language No One Speaks

A flurry of a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand words
under the Sun of a brain that shines meaning
demeaning straight down to the core, dreaming of a time
of two times three in a system where it's seven
a place that's inseparable from Heaven - or Hell
I can't tell, is it a hello or a farewell that my lips ache
to pronounce, in the absence of 'me' I renounce thought
in the presence of reality I have fought teeth and nail
to speak a language no one does, a doze of nicotine
a sprinkle of serene, serendipity falls prey to pity,
I pray to stop the abuse of a muse that does not exist.

Mother, father, sister, brother, lover
why haven't you told me what's underneath the cover,
behind the veil, I hear the wail and describe to no avail
I peak behind these letters and there's nothing there
empty pages, empty time, waiting for ink, a rhythm, a rhyme
the language no one speaks, it seeps through, it's oozing
until it overflows, floods the bicameral mind
with the desire to start contracting, expanding into a beat
that keeps the heart going to circulate blood up and down
so the hand moves, so the saint, the sinner, the clown
communicates, dictates as I'm no longer here.

Where am I
Where are you
pronunciation is wearing me down as I stare at the shadow
of my pen, of my head that bobs influenced by blobs
of sound propagating through the air in an instance,
and a language that no one speaks that reeks of pity
transforms into a witty, almost child like giggle of joy
which adores to employ dichotomy, a clockmaker crafting a clock
where the pendulum swings bound by the oldest rhythm
consciousness,
being self aware breaks down as I stare
into the eyes of absolute reality, yours
it's the same, these tame thought dissolve
as they fall into the centre of your gravity
attracted, bound to form - organise into matter
whether it's real or not, I do not know
if the glow your presence radiates is the main building block
or a rock that was thrown to create ripples;

Mother, father, sister, brother, lover
brother, sister, father, mother
Here I am!
Writing in a language no one speaks
I can finally understand how the bland notion of pure emotion
blends together and starts to twirl somewhere really deep
how it fluctuates on the steep graph of overcomplicated -
how beautiful you are -
  a photon, a letter, a phoneme
  light, word, sound

A photon in a beam of light
a letter in a word just might
vibrate the phoneme into a sound
that's bound to create
a language no one speaks,

Here I am!
Your son, your lover
your enemy, your brother
another tiny, worthless particle
an article bound to be forgotten
hello, goodbye.