without words

inside looking out
I struggle with self-denial
weighing up “want” and “need”
hungry as always

you make my words useless
and I’m left without a footing,
having always built walls
and justified feelings

I am uneasy without words,
I must be understood –
I have to understand –
but they become superfluous

the same beat moves through us,
you shine with the same light
and everything just
makes sense

words are too much, too little,
too late
you are the Now
I never want to define.

November ’10


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