Raw thoughts roll through a tunnel beneath my mind
and clatter noiselessly against the lack
of syntax, and the sudden unrefined
surging of sensation along a track
that could have carried syllables of stone.
At night I marshal theories to attack
those shapeless smugglers; when the distant drone
begins to boil upwards through the floor,
I climb into my frantic dream, alone;
grope in the dark, but the tunnel has no door.
Fragments of clarity careen and stray
outwards from a subterranean shore,
an ever-expanding roar that fades away
and leaves me here with nothing left to find,
grasping for nonexistent words to say.