For Blake

For Blake:

I can’t possibly tell you what I’m thinking

I can’t tell anyone, my mouth is broken

I try so hard, and even in dire moments of concentration

the words lie as single threads, unwoven

should I try my hardest and break my head

my thoughts will fall flat into a ‘no’ or ‘yes’

The greater words, thoughts, ideas, possessions,

and everything else that I have to express:

gone; consolidated, liquidated,

packed up like scrap cars in junkyards

into tiny boxes where differentiation is vague.

All those colors and makes and models and yards and yards of materials piled high,

all of the beauty and intricacy and finite details

whither in the shape of a cube; versatility albeit disguise.

In fact, that is how I appear:

a simple one layer being

understanding nothing

If only you could penetrate through my physical sphere

Into my multifaceted, layered, well,

No, sea, no, ocean, no, universe of thoughts

My replies, they gush down from my brain like waterfalls

And convene in my mouth, but my tongue restrains them

so no river flows out,

Instead they are restrained and pool and evaporate,

And only when I struggle my hardest am I able to produce a drop,

A mere drop of the original monument

This is my tragedy?

I have fifteen pairs of eyes while everyone around me has one,

I have the precision of squirrel flying from tree to tree,

I have the ability to overthrow governments, change lives, help the homeless, love the needy, improve moral, save the world!

But I am a valley, barricaded by mountain tops I will never reach

I am the name of God in a bottle floating in the ocean

I am oil in Antarctica

I am the cure for cancer

I am peace and an open mind amongst humanity, but scarcer.

I can’t even begin to tell you how I feel.