I can’t see over my language,
I can’t see over my speech,
I can’t see over what I’m saying,
Poetry is out of reach.
Let me love you, poetry,
Let me love you, word,
Let me love you, can you
Believe this is not absurd?
Who are you? What do you think of me?
I know this can never be answered,
Not by you, or by poetry.
Who’s got the answer for me?
Will poetry let me see over the wall?
Over the wall, I’m going over the wall!
This is the mystery, over the wall.
I’m going to take a walk. Don’t call.
And may I tell you, I am not it, and you are not it, at all?
