A Fool's Cyclic Mumble

A Fool's Cyclic Mumble

You saw my Pain
Immortalised and Entombed
Within a Box
Of Words...
Meaningless to you and everyone else...
You wish not to see that I,
This Mumbling Fool
Knows the nature of
Agony too...
You wish not to see this
Pantomime Visage
Crack,
Bleeding Tears
That challenge the
Red Sea...
And so, like it,
Part my Core
And Scour its
Sinewy Foundations,
Like Moses did with his feet...
Step on me like all
The Ashen Feet
That have Trudged on me
Oh so many times...
Like a Slave without a Deliverer,
A stone
Or a rock,
Or sand,
Or dust,
Or dirt...
Insignificant as my Pain...
Insignificant as a Fool...
I'll be that Clown,
That Jack-In-The-Box,
That Smiles for people
To Smile...
While inside,
My Box of Words
Is starting to
Explode...


P.S. If you didn't understand a thing... It's ok... It's not meant to be understood... like all Gibberish... Don't even bother trying...