Excess

Excess


Too many thoughts
no where to spill them
other than
back into my own head
or
on discs to be filed away
in bins labeled

“to be read when absolutely all else is done”
“trash”
“incinerator”
“Classified until 2065″

or simply

“later”

for most others cannot handle
input at the same level
I export.

Those that can
export at the same level
as I

and our words would fight
for the same space
in the same time
and become
as entangled as a fragile
gold necklace tossed about
in an otherwise empty box.

Yet,
as frustrating as that all is,
I still marvel that words come out
of seeming nowhere
that for one as unobservant as I am
I still see from somewhere within

and some days
the mere fact words are tumbling at all

is more than enough
especially when combined with the words
that I hear rushing out of others’ slower pace….

MeeAugraphie
09/05/08