DumbThe age-old question again;
marbles glittering
innocuous like stumbling
blocks and littered across
vast expanse dribbled
black and white
nuanced hands moving
foward and at times
retreating in
cold feet-
if hands could have feet
dancing by feather boas
as one keeps silent
the breaths are still
straight- though not enough
to keep the rush of
fallen grammatical
structures and
moves unwise out-
confronts
where do we go from here
when eloquence fails us all?
cuRRent...jer