a silent poem by RK

Placed no limit on word


With blotch upon my brain

Meaningful or absurd,

I won't try to explain...

These lines are uncertain

Until the last I find;

My In is tied with sane

And tensity of mind...

The whys are undefined

With what and where and when,

While how is now behind

The slop of hasty pen...

If lost, these words abstain

From thoughts that quickly turn

To blank my head in vain,

Yet combine and discern...

I wonder what they yearn

With passing of each thought;

Can there be things to learn

When nothing I've been taught?

I once knew thoughts to plot,

Which my faint mind forgot;

The blank of mind has caught

My words; so, I'll speak not...