babble

counting down from ten

miles from the point

the arrow away from the fire

destroying everything in its path

to follow and what if I asked you

I won’t

what if I did

what would you say

about one who sits with

hand over fist to rest on another page

I will tell a story about a thought

I had enough song and

dance myself onto yet another page

is torn from where I am

not right now I can not think

straight anymore

of the same words repeated

rearranged to confuse readers

I have none

yet some do find things in these pages

not knowing me

would you read these pages

upon pages

of my babble?…