The grumble

The grumble

 

 

 

Infinitely minimizing myself,

Infinitely pouring out my words,

I am ceaselessly searching for

something being sympathized.

Not my words but my wholeness

counts on

only a sympathetic word of response.

It is a word.

It is a power.

The word conveying power!

And the word is the whole of you.

I am trying to gain the whole of you

from the minimization of myself.

I

who have lost even the power of the origin

and am about to breaking down,

strive to disperse my words.

in order to attach to you,

and for fear that the destruction should make me nothing.

However,

I am aware that

a ray of restoration

is sprouting up

from no presence

from no concern.

Now,

I am afraid of

even that knowingness.