Halfway through shaving it came–
the word for a poem.
I should have scribbled it
on the mirror with a soapy finger,
Gone Forever ~~ Barriss Mills
Lately it seems as if words have lost their meaning. Where once there was a wealth, seemingly endless, now there is a dearth. I feel empty. Exhausted.
Mnemosyne has cradled my head and brought me back to places past. Places which I have no desire to revisit. I wake up in the middle of the night to whispered words, the voice my own. Yet they will not stay with me. I force them from my mouth again and again, as if speaking them aloud will transform them into something substantial, some form that I can retrieve in the morning's light. But this is an exercise in futility. What I have left, the gossamer remnants, are scattered on random slips of paper that I leave where they fall.
I find them later and wonder why.
Her memories have been lost in death.
I mourn for them.
My blood runs, thick as stones
The mind's eye is deceitful.
It shows us a face we can live with.
Perhaps I just need rest.
so that we may sleep... when sleep will have us
I have no choice. I can never connect the psyche and the logos in this state.
I will sleep
when the last star
has lost its light
and my love is
wrapped around me
Like my own skin
Let me tell you this once
(I will not be able to say it again):
I have lost the meaning of words.
Heavy, they ripped
away from the sounds,
fell into cracked ground.
Naming ~~ Nancy Mair
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