the lines they connect [1994]

the lines they connect in words unspeakable
unutterable, muttering sounds the mouth cannot say
just meshing from one thought to the next without border
definition not function but a galaxy a solar system
feeling not emotion or conscious thought
pictures unchanging not fleeting not permanent
just sit there and read the idle mind
that lets slip a metaphor of pain or reason or maybe not
it just flows -- the lines from regions
ambiguous from grey to black white here there think you see
a shape, analyze it, know it believe, just do
me a person alone here mas o menos
and it comes down to the picture you have drawn
the hell that you have drawn, the world dreaming, throbbing
listless now, forget it and live in the world that
changes the world that you are alive in that
i am alive in that you doodle in leave your pain in
a scrawly convoluted mess of lead graphite ink
and bleach and let the pencil scream for you
let the paper cry in your stead, let the words you write be
the death of your pain and let your lips speak
silent words of joy.