Initiate

Scattered words I read on screen.
I continue the struggle to see meaning in
them

Wonderfully weaved words that flow on
the saliva on the tongue
Yet, their joint meaning eludes me

I look far and wide
Into the distant, and to the clear

Well past obscurity, hoping for clarity;
I still have found no meaning.

Am I looking too deep when all is simple?
Is it that I need to look even deeper?

I wonder at the complexity of the
weaving;
All those borrowed emotions seem owed.

It lacks blood. it lacks authenticity.

The painted darkness of certain images
and twisted bogusness of rare words
stringed together seem intent on mocking intelligence

The heightened tones of hatred sips
through the spaces, in-between, and the
common four line stanzas are now all too
common

I wonder at the mind of the poet-
I wonder maybe in its search for expression and freedom
It found chains and bonds in stead