I haven't found any words for a while now. I have let my world become fluid, loosened its borders, and let others in. I am now as a result most confused. Too many people, too many other worlds, too little meaning. But I will soon regain my world, tighten its words, and give it form. Once again. And it will have beauty, and power, and it will compel you. Until then, I give you other words.
The worm drives helically through the wood
And does not know the dust left in the bore
Once made the table integral and good;
And suddenly the crystal hits the floor.
Electrons find their paths in subtle ways,
A massless eddy in a trail of smoke;
The names of lovers, light of other days
Perhaps you will not miss them. That's the joke.
The universe winds down. That's how it's made.
But memory is everything to lose;
Although some of the colors have to fade,
Do not believe you'll get the chance to choose.
Regret, by definition, comes too late;
Say what you mean. Bear witness. Iterate.
-- John M Ford
And just because we ought to all make nonsense verse everyday...
The Puffin and Nuffin
Upon this cake of ice is perched
The paddle-footed Puffin:
To find his double we have searched,
But have discovered - Nuffin!
-- Robert Williams Wood