opaque

I feel like I am wasting words

tossing away syllables

letter by letter

in the fine mist of

just a little rain.

blending in to this existence in

ways foreign to

the player

who has played

and been played

so many times that he

cannot begin to fathom how

he arrived here once more.

giving it up-

passing it on and

handing it off

in some

colloquialism that

everyone thinks they understand

but not a single one really can

rhyming reason with

the idea there is

no rhyme

or

reason…

contemplating

analyzing

no-

meditating on these things

to rationalize

this

with

that

and accepting it all

I have no

zero

zilch

control over

in ways I

could not

would not-

should not

understand

 

words get lost on me.

 

they don’t say what

I said

they don’t

mean

what I

meant

and somehow

putting them,

this…

out there

in to the stream

of consciousness

that

is

my

life

reconciles the doubts

often enough

that belief can finally

pay the check

as long as

reason covers the tip.