Bells

When I can't find the word I'm looking for I reach into the drawer with four tries But nothing sticks. Nothing sticks There's no telling why I opened it I try, but I just forget What there once was, I have not forgotten What there once was, it won't leave me alone The synapses still fire and direct my thoughts But they seem tired of hunting for homes And I'm not brave enough to say that I am not afraid Dhould I return to confused bits of blindness A tongue wanting words in the sweet speech finds a form Then returned to the bald toothless need of a child hunched and cradled (his spine returns the curl to fit the cleft of an arm) O, we are embarked and return to the place we start To thrash against it It's a wild thing to accept. Who can hold it? Think about the loss of anything Well, someday if you wake to a nameless stranger in me, lead me outside Let me go If I'm already there, just let me go