All the things I do not know
All the feels I do not feel
What exists, but doesn’t show
In what is real or isn’t real
They spin in circles, round and round
Like witches with their heads thrown back
Cackling without a sound
A swirling mess of black on black
Now and then I dip my toe
In waters treacherous and deep
Knowing that I cannot know
Accepting what I cannot keep
But trying, nonetheless, to tell
As life is sifting through my hand
If there’s a pearl inside a shell
That’s hiding underneath the sand
All the songs that go unborn
Lonely words without a rhyme
Aborted tunes without a form
Abandoned tones and keys and time
They pop like bubbles in my head
They’re stuck below my vocal cords
They stay there sleeping in my bed
When I get up to find the words
I dance with witches in the storm
I search for pearls along the beach
I sleep with songs without a form
To reach for something out of reach
