-joey friloux
an overflow of events,
messages of philosophy build and brim,
and spill down me
and as hard as i try to salvage this,
this elixir of enlightenment,
it escapes my cupped hands.
it slips between the slivers of space
between my fingers.
so here i sit, exposing my fraud before you.
here, i creep in shadows of fluorescence.
i consider every possible victim.
but none live up to my standards.
too thin, narrow, pointless:
how do i explain that which needs no explanation?
too big, broad, infinite:
how do i explain that which i do not understand?
instead of choosing something substantial,
i just close my eyes,
and with pecking fingertips,
snatch at nothing until something fills it's void.
that something has the potential
to become something more,
something beautiful, eloquent, meaningful.
beneath these calloused and sore fingers, though,
the something is forced into submission,
and bent back into nothing.