“It’s like this see…”
But you don’t see.
The marks and squiggles bleed into knots.
And the words are harsh against your ear.
“And then, it happens…”
But you remain unmoved.
The epiphany never reveals itself.
And the rocks gain a better understanding than you.
“Once it’s all over…”
But for you it never begun.
The curtain is about to fall.
And you have yet to find the show.
“And now I’ve told you all.”
But you have heard nothing.
The lecture ends with a command to ponder.
And you leave more ignorant than you arrived.
Is this the fault of the voice or the ear?
Were you even supposed to be here?
Who hooked your nose and led your feet?
Who were you supposed to meet?
“I looked and saw…”
But you can’t tell.
No marks or squiggles can pass on your memory.
And the words keep catching in your throat.
“And then, it came…”
But it left no wake.
The epiphany lodges in the folds of your brain.
And your pulse obscures the sound of it fading.
“After it passed…”
Bills are still waiting to be paid.
The show was never meant for others to see.
And you are alone on the stage.
“And now I’ve told you all.”
But you have said nothing.
They were never meant to be understood.
And you are learning why mysteries can’t just be told.
Is this the fault of the voice or the ear?
Were you even supposed to be here?
What hooked your nose and led your feet?
What were you supposed to meet?