Is a place in need of living among words
as they are forming
In an array of ideas gathered over time, throughout life
Undefined forever after, unrelated and obscured
Without intent or target audience
Wanting only to be freed
Words, unlimited volumes, multitudes of structures
Of decisive indecision on a path in search of print
Only to exist as they are on a given day
Emotionless, untranslatable words,
Arranged in partial placements
of established writings
Lingering in my mind to be discarded
onto documents
For a place to be as they are
Concentrated nothingness
prepared for individual consummations
Meaningful to those who want meaning,
Nonsense to those who don't,
unorganized, misplaced, unappreciated
Like a child's favorite play thing
an inanimate object
In both hands and mind
rambling on in search of parliaments
Roaming aimlessly
through the presentments of a moment's now
Forever on in the tomorrows of possibilities
To reshape and reform an even greater nothing
Than computed progress of an innuendo's initiative
Spiraling throughout the milliseconds of thoughtfulness
Wanting nothing more but existence
Specializing emptiness to fulfill time's vacancies
Left unattended and un-mended
Projecting a scattering of various ideas to be decided
As they introduce themselves onto the page
Leading one idea to another until finally
A benediction of symphonic words
Seemingly unpalatable or understood
Yet needing a place to be as they are
The place where I abide among words
Yet needing a place to be as they are
The place where I abide among words
Jade Jaspers
